Too many lies when I was seventeen And now I'm keeping up time with you Short sounds of apocalypse And my world's torn out of view It's always the same
nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too It's
, now let's get out here and make this loot [Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG] [TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin [TS] I got too much money
[Intro:] Este hermano esta enloquecido, amigo! Try to play me close and get loose Try to play me close and get loose (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)
have an uninvited guest? The body will shut down after loosing aphlorize [?] Four Pints a vital thresh. When the sun goes down in America, Too South of
take but don't give Some get past the street, some forget about the crib and where they used to live They say you'd do it too, if you only knew what
I told them he fell Thats why I'm going to hell This shit ain't going that well Too many things I did that aren't loose Smoke and leaks like giving a
seen a lot more than some loose change Always been open minded to new thangs Been a Hip-Hop nigga since youth man Beat-box and break-dance too man Used
lot more than some loose change Always been open minded to new thangs [___A___] Been a Hip-Hop nigga since youth man Beat-box and break-dance too man
on Peace to all my niggas with the thousand dollar jewels on Pushin' rides, with full-length minks, with gator shoes on I'm known for rockin' tours picture me moppin' floors Only
to vanish I start the madness Pull out and bust my art upon the canvas [El-Producto] Yo, loose leaf You're spooky too, shoot community Via CIA spook
do our starve to death row or robs Oh my god I only call on you when I need ya You know a nigga get you high back before he feature The only child runnin
brought some rope A shovel and my Dickie golves Black ski mask, and no mutha fuckin' love Either way he can't be found Take him outta town Dig him underground Too
like Vangundy Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy Get the wack shit from them, and then from me Billy on CD, then cop it bro Only got true love
get that bill Be prepared to pay When the moment of wreckoning comes You may feel as if you unable to forgive yourself You may be too proud, to ask for