when I lifted you out your shoes It was the pressure from the twenty gage(the twenty gage) Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it Well
we got it Don't make me blast at 'cha But if ya come short buncha No Limit Soldiers dirty dance wit'cha [Chorus 2Xs] [Magic] It's a WAR!! But I in da
Jones] Life's filled with graaaay.... But now, it comes clean.. Leaves fall, awaaaaaay... Hip-hop is playing again And it's bangin, toooo.... Know it'
of his life, till he fades out The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out So many ways out the hood but no signs say out Mental slave house
gonna make it plain and simple, there's no comp Yeah, I said it, so whatcha gonna do about it? The Kid Capri is super dope, I just gotta shout it The
kids on the wagon I'm not the 12 stepper Don't play me like a lepper My mic sounds nice But it's not salt-n-pepa Well, it's the man with the plan To
You got it, you got it, you got it You got it, you got it, you got it Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme My name is Everlast and yo, I'm always
At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth The first time I went to stick it up the shit hurt Moms wouldn't take it, the bitch still
it, scramble ya brain like an omelette Spling baby link the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it We trom it, it
got it, you got it, you got it You got it, you got it, you got it You got it, you got it, you got it You got it, you got it, you got it, you got it
in it Sound like it got a band in it I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it Y'all niggaz fugazzin' it Diamonds look like kool aid in it Different flavor
the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it We trom it, it take a Terror Squad to dis arm it We layin with grenades
It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc (They thought I didn't know) It sounded like a roc One double 9 tre, dumbbells I lift it
a against the rapping ace You got live, and pulled out mace But you caught it, buck fifty cross the face Never have I ever took a loss in rhyming On the microphone checkin', cause it
this to me?" "Holy anal catastrophe Kool Keith, that's fucking amazing! But I think your fans will want to know how you'll accomplish this. Can you [Kool
life too Make something of yourself,be a man,get it right dude Tha fast money,tha cash money,it sound kool But where ya gonna go when you dont finish
it out, they try to break it down But they're distracted by every accent that's makin' a sound Grab it by the throat, lift it up and shake it 'round '
Don't let it get to me, the writer be left to die But it get mesmerize if it catch your eye Shines enormous, from pure revered Kool's and garments But it