the image its not your own isnt poverty fun when you can turn it off and on? youll know oppression when you no longer have the choice but for now
money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli
bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else at 13 can't feed myself Can I blame daddy 'cause he left
punk caught wit a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funk too soon for 'em shoulda had a tomb for 'em non-ass solider niggas there'd be no room for 'em when
maneuver with the heat Think boy or get your brains left in the street Yeah the Stick-up Kids say it's out the tax, But I get your shines back for you
day follow me over one Snake bite, breath to heavy to hold Caught up in the wake of the red witch trying to swim it Ran for the snake of dead eliques
(give it up!) For the yesterdays, or the next I can assure you if there is I got the sword (dead flesh!) Aint no time left. (Keep ya head up now) Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss
of whack, painkiller tobacco scrap We navigate the yellow corn hype for the barn When the spotlight swiveled hard right over the farm Post up, 3 cheers for
t too many soldiers left...left...left...left... [Verse 3] Tell me where will it stop, when my cats get dropped when they got me somewhere six covered with dirt
could I do I tried to get a job, but none of them hoes came through So I'm reaching for my ski mask, loading up my twelve gauge Looking for a lick to
deal "He left you a key for a mailbox, he said sorry 'bout somethin then stopped" I took the key to the mailbox, opened it up, and you know what? Jay Lee left
the truth deep down in a mountain of lies Downsize, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt Clocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work When
eyes Now it?s like I?m at a pawn shop Waiting for you to trade somethin? for me but my love ain?t dirt cheap I?m not a yard sale special on a dead end
this doll cry What you call "fly"? what you call "fresh" Multi-bulls-eye-sex-and-checks-and-death I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath That was
many ladies in the world today searchin for mates Got these non-players perpin for dates, hold up Give me love if you've got it in ya, hot as Virginia Hot enough for
enough, I'm about to down, play the scenery Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it tonight Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might Bitch niggaz get left
twenty-three blazed all in yo chest Brain waves you dazed up You see death stare you straight in your face Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse I take no chance for
