a fuck up thats what they thought cause he didnt do what they wanted him to Fuck up Fuck up Cause he would never follow their rules Fuck up Fuck up
for every fuckin' time I drop in a 'tel And that's for every fuckin' time I'm droppin' a shell And that's for every fuckin' time I pop and you yell Mop
up A half a key rocked up I had your ass shot up I keep dust kicked up And that's another how you fuck wheels Born to cause luck These Outlawz they too
even post the bills - fuck that, these are poison pills the settler sets the scene - it's filled with atropine turns out that all is counterfeit - i waste your fucking
spit sick, like my throat infected I'm the illest nigga out and I ain't sold a record But you know I'm gonna blow cause I'm so connected Swiss gonna produce
s like this Looking at the large few still ain't seeing shit Got me wondering what's the reason for my rhyme And so fucking tired, when people tell me it's a waste
the cat At this age no wonder it was read But this was the fate that you were fed Throughout high school our minds we'd waste High off all the cheeba
like my peoples all do I'm in my prime, I'm just trying to come up Not a care in the world, not giving a fuck It's all day everyday Girls around the way
weapon. Ignorance is my best weapon. And I will use it till the day I fucking die. So, what the fuck did you think? Did you think there was more? What the fuck
Welcome to the scam order my dudes up We +fuckin up cherub+ and piss on seats to his tour bus! [El-P] C'mon dawg, runnin amock will waste my lazerface
stop and embrace us Hands up alls you see is watches and bracelets Bullet holes is surgery, an Ox is a face lift Theres seventeen in here i'm not gonna waste
streets wetter than aftershowers Peep the liquid lace, basketcase, toxic waste After taste, wet up half the ??? then concentrate to conversate Sliding, slipping this narcotic product
loot, when your moms is smokin up the product I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin fail ya The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin
to blow up My niggaz knew it all the time, lyrically I was a dime At the age of nine, shorty Black, could rhyme On the mic I never wasted time, I'm,
, bought some booze Smashing loads of bottles along the way to the matinee Ended up a guest of New York State Problems! A no win, no solution for runaways Product
basket Now she need reconstructive surgery For all the non productive, citizens like organs I live with a tec and Kiss the Girls like Morgan Freeman, dusted fuck up
Where? London. London? London. London? Yes, London! You know: fish, chips cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London. Whoo Kid
The strange and great, (rearrange your taste) ([both:] from almost nothing, To almost something) From noone listening, (to everybody jumpin) ([both:] kings on the mic, we got kings on production, fuck