sure is a mess Are you headed my way? Are you headed my way? Are you headed my way to the golden land? Are you headed my way? Are you headed my way?
But it sure is a mess Are you headed my way? Are you headed my way? Are you headed my way to the golden land? Are you headed my way? Headed my way? Well
Traduzione: Frank Black. Sei Headed My Way?.
And fuck you! Who the fuck you? Touch you, you act like you want trouble Money don't know you, don't rub you I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me
thing you never fuck with is my blood or my cash nigga [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles
you never fuck with is my blood or my cash nigga [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles burn
16 bars I spit are thrillers 8 out of 16 bars you spit are fillers And I got these beats game tight Keep talkin shit, just spell my name right Evidence
me I'm way over your head, you like cre-a-tiv-ity I'm a GANGSTA RAPPER, Lord forgive the shit I'm saying But you'd be surprised where my music is playing
's obstacles,found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream about bein' Unsigned Hype Till I was crushed my
grimy on the real Puttin heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil [Rah Digga] Convertible style, still had the heat knockin Bumpin shit from way back with my
glow, rhymes are like death blows Strikin rappers pressure points, one at a time I'm stealin your light; technically you runnin your shine (you runnin
you bust, I'm bustin', You shoot, I shoot You miss, I hit, Hot Boy representin' that gangsta shit, Stop playin' with the young soldier, believe, You jeopardizin
snatch you out your car on a kidnap lay you on the floor and tell you bitch you betta break off some snaps or dead put the pistol to your head ain't no
check it Them country niggaz call me Frank White I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my
nobody Stab while where I rest my head, it ain't that type of party You see I can always say I ain't stupid But when the feds are at my door I gots to
