glossy Fuck what it cost me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the hell off me Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate 'bout multiplatinum CD's Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate
when i come through And you know its true So what you gonna do? You aint got the foggiest aint got a clue Got a little fame Yea i got game Get my way
weather covering my arms, head, and neck in oil paint, but I've got to get home and throw together some songs about whatever so that I can pay rent... I'm hell bent
And eyes towards the future. Rebel Inside. The thunder 5 are riding once again. Hell bent on blazing our own trail. To seek out fortune and the fame
told me once you get the fame, you get the paranoia They say that he a has-been, irrevelant But every word I say, niggas get hella bent Tell you why
me out yo Y'all don't wanna hear the shit I got Kid I got the hot shit - did I stop? Hell no, gotta stay bent like an elbow Sell mo' than those other
straight face Little shorty flip the script, huh on any punk ass nigga or bitch The little brown skin buddha sucker, little motherfucker I dwell, in Juvenile Hell
street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or
grown-nal bent, turned around and came back I used to sling crack Now I lay back and just play tracks Make a haystack to get my fame better livin and
Bitter wind leaves us gasping, sifting through the dust oif life. fame and fortune keeps us grasping, broken vessels bent on strife. walking wounded
the head wounds, what you been thru lately? I tried to be down to earth but it's like I'm slowly fallin off it I'm by the bridge awaitin hell, but I'
two together just weren't right I've been waiting for so long To follow their footsteps I'm hell bent I'm hell bent I'm hell bent Hell bent on destruction
come through And you know its true, so what you gonna do? You ain't got the foggiest ain't got a clue Got a little fame, yeah I got game Get my way with
've been Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks) I've been hustlin for so long Ghetto resident everyday get bent with the 2 tall cans for 89 cent Get money get fame
in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
and my destiny She's all the rage Who names the hurricanes Call it Catherine Dash with a flash in the pan Or Constance with hell bent fury on
face Little shorty flip the script huh on any punk ass nigga or bitch The little brown skin buddha sucker little motherfucker I dwell in Juvenile Hell
Hell bent useless void Feed your fame paranoid Wash these hands for a change One step close by the way Spin around all way Nothing left Give it all away
