in it. My mind goes by the minute Whether I wanna see how this ends. If we can start again when we want to Then why are we always behind the gun? If
you blew it thats why they drew it, the pistol soon as it hits you, you wish you never do it, bang till your brain spew it, Houston is full of sewege
lickin shots off [Verse 1- Bizarre] You bitches is gone I'm dropped in the club And I'm tryna run and get my mothafuckin gun (***** what about your wife
* M. Mathers, D. Houston, R. Johnson, O. Moore, V. Carlisle, D. Porter: These rappers are Eminem, Swifty, Bizarre, Proof, Kuniva, and Kon Artis. They
rap Bring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call
Rap critics politicin Wanna know the outcome! Ready to die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one I feel like Pac, after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind
was calling her, obsessed Computer love scrub, think you safe behind a desk Like we won't call Redman and get your address Yeah, yeah, we got a problem, Houston
with a twelve gauge on the front page and I bet I'm finna call your bluff Still so playa flying to Himalayas pulling up in the hood wide body valeter I'ma shot call
lay me in my casket I ride around Houston with that plastic Hand on my steel wood grain wheel You can [? ] with the diamond on my grill You can hide behind
O.-ooo-oooh [I'ma C.E.O., I'ma suffer for a D.E.O.) I'm not a criminal! [Chamillionaire} Call up Universal, tell 'em open up the vault And tell 'em that
Lucifer rap Bring hell to *****z when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call
me in my casket I ride around Houston with that plastic Hand on my steel wood grain wheel You can [? ] with the diamond on my grill You can hide behind
to see my daughter grown up and paid Besides, I don't need nobody calling Sandra Or Dorothy Mathews, about me and this bad news That's why, I'ma hide behind
, you blew it thats why they drew it, the pistol soon as it hits you, you wish you never do it, bang till your brain spew it, Houston is full of
