Losing It I'm Losing It, I'm Losing it, She got me, she got me, got me, She got me, she got me gone. I'm Losing It, I'm Losing it, She got me, she
Losing It I'm Losing It, I'm Losing it, She got me, she got me, got me, She got me, she got me gone. I'm Losing It, I'm Losing it, She got me, she got
Boys with the bass! "You better know it!" [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] That's right y'all, you heard it 'cause we said it And if you can't read in the magazines
beats Rock hard like coke in a ??? Pay top dollar for the hot product indeed, yeah Turn it up and get addicted to it And have raw music soon as you listen to it
of niggaz Simple lickin' and squeeze faster than with triggas Double dare any niggaz, cross me and my city slickers Petty pocket pickers rockin' niggaz Quick to throw a rock
t drop so fast, surrender to no one I'm losing my fingers in her appetising shame No, not this week, I'm not comin' home! An iron dog of the city, a never
to watch the starlet unfold It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning
age poltergeist Uprock, sidewalk cycles stuck at the bus stop Wookie foot must not sleep Under the invaders No batteries No jumper cables Wired underagers play box cutter facelift Rock
from a rabid ass country. Camu Tao Who want to get it? You all acquitted. You need to quit it. Getting evicted, you little idiot, pitching tickets. It
it on, come on, bring it on It's a new way for this hip hop shit, sing a long Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is It's that back yard bangin
[feat. Rock City] We come from a city where the young dies So why not get to use and push your guns high Bout to lose and that's the reason why we must
a hell blacker then the heads at Moorehouse "Life" choose it---eternal life, you'll never lose it God so loved the world He sent Jesus to die and prove it Who's it
Front':] "Hood on the right, wild for the night" [Apathy:] Champion hoods that I rock, new Nikes out the box Will attract your little chick then lock it
am, breathe deep, count to ten Keep the beat, locate the loose screws so I can pound it in It's all SPREAD love, GET love, city to city I aint mad at
Even though the prophets might never get signed Never drop a video or go platinum with my rhymes It'll be cool just knowin that we've touched a few And rocked
it up now, no I wanna rock the rock of America, yeah rock the rock of America An' I've gotta rock the rock of America, you know what I want Rock the rock
minute, as the seconds tick I'm reccing shit Put it in writing till my seeds get inperited The place keep fearing it, people keep hearing it Barber Shop
