loud Take it title to credits, every never is now, every never is now Clear the space, let it out... okay Chew at the trap, just a hobby, a fact, an option
O.R.N., Dice Raw) [Truck North] Trapped, no shield, no sword The unbeaten path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The
bank roll. On the other side of 123rd St., bro'. Bringing it straight off the currency. Now this shit is tough. I got this shit magic from here to Texas trap
di gyal dem but wi nuh love di gyal dem weh a con too much Ash is ashes an dust is dust yuh done know wi keep dem in touch So mi go so no (Chorus) Slap trap
s all I ask cause you about to make a bitch mad I don't see how they can live like that Gotta gossip like beauty parlors Blabbin your trap girl let me
Waiting for opportunity to strike I have been your biggest fan What a tour a little blow to cure your fight It's what it takes to trap a man Water
trigger he was through [chorus] Sahore, Sahore Sahore, Feel the doctor cure-ure-ure (Feel the doctor cure) Sahore, Sahore, Sahore, Fell the doctor cure
't know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps
A creeping gray memory I am incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Doctor, cure me What is the cause of my condition This madness shoots me Like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie I'm a trap
Trapped, no shield, no sword The unbeaten path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The Devil want me as is, but God, He
the rizilla, so High Beam my nigga, get with 'em When I look that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie Everybody want a cure but nobody wanna die
A wound - not sore - beyond cure remains Still and silent - painless days Paltriness - Indifference Life does remain quite lukewarm Ecstasies all burn
and rife The tree had been poisoned and drained for it's life He stripped of a piece of the bark of the tree And straight'way he know what the right cure
't have done all Those horrible things Yes, I know I know what you always say You trap, you kill, you eat That's what a good spider does You trap, you kill, you eat You trap
, develop some theories And become extra wary of all your previous learned material Your tolerence for stupidity degrades Most of your friends seem to be trapped
Venezuela, trick knowloge they pimpin you, all up in the hood, like Mc Donald's and liquor. Selling AIDS medicine, well we know you got the cure. You
[Music: Davis, Strong Lyrics: Urteaga] Trapped in their cells infected with plague No hope for cures a sentence of death Dissected like rats they're