t live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass
' for your life 'Cause you ran your mouth, mouth We can sing or we can bang It ain't no game we untamed Whether it's fame or we can aim Release your brains
Can't get the party started without that Let's do it [verse 1:] You want me to jam I'm finna enta Brain waves came from insane days Make ya sick like bad
party started without that Let's do it (verse 1:) You want me to jam I'm finna enta Brain waves came from insane days Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
Juan * send corrections to the typist [Tech N9ne] You want me to jam I'm finna enter Brain waves came from insane days Make ya sick like bad
[1st verse] You want me to jam I'm finna Enter brain waves Pain from insane days Make you sick Like bad mayonnaise Tech n9ne Got the remedy Rhyme infinity
dead and gone Six feet, with nothing in hand Just the outbreed Back from the dead, man No way out Life and death Situations occur everyday My mind's a blur My whole life's a bad
and kick him out, cut him up Catch him sleeping fuck him up Only he must not know your name Pimping is a deadly game Oh, nigga you mad now, acting bad
brains collapse or we can handle this like gentlemen and juss scrap try and cross me like longitude, latitude I show no gratitude to another nigga wit an attitude
can referee the game Scarlet likes to scold me Showers me with all her love Sheba's in a bad mood Sharpening her black fur glove With blood and honey attitude
wit I ain't no one to fuck wit I ain't no one to fuck wit Gimme that gun, gimme that man Gimme that keys, I'm at his ass Talk that shit, now see is he bad
cause that name's mine I rocked the Philly fade with the divin' waves yes yallin' till I'm bald like Issac Hayes bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs
you satanistic Make you take the pistol to your face And place the clip and cock it back And let it go untill your brains Are rippin' out your skull so bad
to O.J. to Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune
be killed My good side tellin' me let 'em slide 'Cuz he ain't worth 'bout my bad side Tell me to kill 'em 'cuz he deserve no mercy Follow my bad side
buts, and no maybes [Verse 1] I walk through the projects with stress in my hands A bad young man from the Lefrack lands They say I got an attitude,
She look what? She look good, she bad as a motherfucka She look good? Yeah I mean how's her heart? How's her head? Her mind right? Her brain right, shit
Attitude adjusment Gotta get a little bit of therapy To straighten it out Attitude adjustment Better get your head Right out of the clouds Gotta get some attitude