other I?m weary of where it leads me to I?m tired of moving on from my Father Make me rest my head, take a breath or two Simply stated simple minded
the other I?m weary of where it leads me to I?m tired of moving on from my Father Make me rest my head, take a breath or two Simply stated simple
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
Three headed for my chest straight, the other two Came a little late, and just barely missed my face I'm trying to find a steady place between two cars
da roof off One more time I hit y'all with a crime While I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime Wildin' all in my tim boots Now we stackin' mad
Orleans at Mardi Gras Or Miami at the Lex, in the Oaktown live Or in Chi-town at the Players Ball, true P.I. Pimp or Die, Ice baby, it's a well known
any form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance [Incomprehensible] Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a
anyway We ain't down with nothin', I don't care what you say Yell or lie, don't even bother How low will a brother go for a dollar? Public Enemy broke a
me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold
Should I fake right, take the ball left? Or should I stop and let the other team catch their breath? Cause it's a little to easy, I can't stop now Cause the whole team needs me Believe me, I'm two
mo like a no-go She couldnt ride wit me in my two seater or my fo'-do' She aimin at the star tryna holla at a nigga What tha fuck she thinkin bout, I
Looking like you've seen a beautiful ghost She must have been a sight to see As you got your mouth wide open And you're sweating like a hundred degrees But it's not a
a trois, you twots? Fuck that I'd rather turn this club to a ballroom brawl. Get as rowdy as Roesthlisberger in a bathroom stall. Like a leaf stuck in a
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
take a liking to Psych I'm spiking you like a football Been this way since I've stood a foot tall Your'e a good catch with a shitty spouse Pretty mouth and a
walk to the liquor store or coffee store shop on the Mersa wats worser? Its no verse that would reverse the- In print or in cursive They curse the name, or
not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm gone Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the nigga wanted
never shines Twelve hours a day, diggin' your grave Way down in the mine So take a flask from your crib can can and a pull of moonshine And say a prayer
