rushed up, another side of me it?s a side I?ve never seen before Its another story that I heard too many times, did you really hear that? Are you sure? I?ll take it
pain it's inflicted. Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head. Damn it's like a motha fuckin plague. It spreads. It's epidemic. Forgotten, forgotten it
booze Dark heart news... HAAA! *DJ Big Wiz scratches'n'cuts the following lines* Extra extra read all about it [x6] "Extra extra read all about it" "At the bottom
s nothing new everyone is and it's gonna stay that way cuz nowadays that's how we're running shit punishment: that's just another fancy way to say it's
blank range it was strange the way it happened East Side Swans pulled up and started cappin' Crabs been runnin' and duckin' and try to get the fuck away, but it's
want to say I remember when [B.o.B:] Well, it's B to the O, O to the B You know it's the flow, you know that it's me, I flow to this beat As easy as
it) [In the 4th line of hook] Get up and get something [Layzie] It's all about money ain't nobody frontin' I gotta go get it we gotta survive Whether it
the 4th line of hook] Get up and get something [Layzie] It's all about money ain't nobody frontin' I gotta go get it we gotta survive Whether it's workin
her hips pop She get it real hot, so heat it up girl Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there [x4] [Verse 1] What it is, how are things My phone was
when her hips pop She get it real hot, so heat it up girl Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there [4X] [Verse 1] What it is, how are things My phone
who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome
em talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem
s wrong of who's right We will walk on the street of the dead One survivor, no regret One rush that takes you away Old forgotten souls have nothing to say It
So now I feel like kicking you to the curb and kicking the whole curb off the Earth He's sick of her, she's sick of him, it's sickening So take me as
this My young thugs bust guns, it's kinda foolish My young ladies sell sex, it's kinda clueless Let's get through this, illuminati's tryin to screw us