t make up our minds we're too young inside what are we going to do until it's time to stop wake up we gotta fucking go stop time we need to do it
Want it baby, I want it baby Don't go on it, your up on it baby Jump on it, jump on it, I want it baby You want it baby, I want it baby Jump on it
We're standing like kids on a mid way, Two hearts like tumbling dice, We've lost control of the way we feel. Old heart aches driving us crazy, Is it
I just brick If you diss, we can take it to the curb like dog shit I'm not in it for the gimmicks, satisfying critics I just want my own like the Hasidics
rap with missing teeth and swollen lips Man, it's simple they gotta break out like a pimple Evacuate the premises, vanish like William Kimble 'Cause Real people don't like
our art as literal our last words are final we're never responsible amoral, uncorrectable farmed like sheep and worked like whores it happens over time accept it and deny it
bitch it?s making something out of nothing through this hardship and even though we know that the earth is weak we still bomb each other and idol what the churches speak it?s like
I'll walk this way The future hangs over our heads And it moves with each current event Until it falls all around us like a cold steady rain Just stay in when it
money Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us With the guts to die,
it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets Well is it trill, it's so trill Is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets Well is it
alone Spoke to Liza and the kids, little Chris is so grown Hes your own spittin image. Its just like you were cloned You know I treasure Manda and Sesha, like
me I understand why critics ain't ready to take me [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Son you actin' like you want it then put ya' life on it Go 'head and risk it
her nipple like it's on the menu And spit it out the drive through window inside a pinto and leave the driver crippled When I fire my pistol like it'
fingers like magic, they disappear These bitches had it no question never bloody Never fuck with nobody who's crazy! [Chorus] [B-Real] I'm in this world hell called life Willin' to risk it
gone Make those beats thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac Make it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top
on it, ya I still want it But those shmoes knows how it goes so yo let me flaunt it I boom-boom on it, take it anyway you want it Glazed, extra mayonaise
come pop it Dump like ya niggas can't stop it, so stop it (Woo!) (It's on fire tonight) Uh (Call the fire department)Yeah, Yeah (Yeah!)( it's gettin
