against these streets where I roam -Wasted yeah Invading the space of your dome of your home -Wasted In the fields we live and die our minds gone Wasted yeah Wasted
get wit that, you probably won't get wit this click, cuz um, this where the gangstaz at, it's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks, Suave
[scratched "Live On The Air" plays in the background] Sh-sh-shake it, Sh-sh-shake it [Psycho Les] I put my hand on my rhyme book and promise to say
the stash gone I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass and a taste legit, I don't have to waste a
for free Next time you step to C, I'm clappin ya feet Psycho visions, I hear voices, listen (STOP CALLING ME) I feel like the Geico Lizard Aiyyo I'm spittin for real
kill that sucka [gunshots] [Verse 1] Creep up on yo funky ass, yeah I got a careless nigga Blast four times to the spine, now a dead nigga Broke out, my bank real
yea) All in all it's all in my head Verse One: Big Boi You know it's that high guy, from East P.I. Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me boi
mind God bless it Hit it from the front or from behind Get naked I'm horny baby don't you waste my time Don't mess with Psycho alpha schizo Techn9ne [
this motherfucker nigga, they ain't talkin bout shit (Verse 3 - Kurupt) The chronical, psycho, brain bender busta Fucker, sucka ass punk motherfuckers Tommy the talent tucker, calico conseler Daz the real
nigga's Out this motherfucker nigga, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit The chronical, psycho, brain bender busta Fucker, sucka ass punk motherfuckers Tommy the talent tucker, calico conseler Daz the real
kill that sucka *gunshots* [Verse 1] Creep up on yo funky ass, yeah I got a careless nigga Blast four times to the spine, now a dead nigga Broke out, my bank real
mind God bless it Hit it from the front or from behind Get naked I'm horny, baby, don't you waste my time Don't mess with Psycho alpha schizo Tech N9
[Apathy the Alien Tongue] I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, this haste The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her lips spread on my face As I speak in
tongue Shouldn't say so much Talk so loud No sooner on your lips It's all over town In all our given days How many gone to waste A good man has been
yea) All in all it's all in my head Verse one: big boi You know it's that high guy, from east p.i. Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me Boi
can get wit that, you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangstaz at, it's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks
