you accept my collect call Will you accept my collect call Cuz everybody loves you when you ballin But don't nobody want you when you fallin I gotta know will you accept
Bathe Six Days, Kamikazee Renegade, Now We Never Been Afraid Kept The Trap Hot Enough To Fry Egg In The Shade, I Ball Till The Day Lying Dead In The Grave Leave The Feds Behind The Wall
accept my collect call Will you accept my collect call Cuz everybody loves you when you ballin But don't nobody want you when you fallin I gotta know will you accept
Six Days, Kamikazee Renegade, Now We Never Been Afraid Kept The Trap Hot Enough To Fry Egg In The Shade, I Ball Till The Day Lying Dead In The Grave Leave The Feds Behind The Wall
down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall wall tender as the green grass drink the whisky horror see
everybody started singing: nana bottles of beer on the wall nana bottles of beer. You take one down, you pass it around, You got nana bottles of beer on the wall
ya titties in the crack of the doe then open up slow And everything where I left it, you can either be mad, such dick and accept it. [Sicx:] I got
s no compassion in here My fingers keep curling into fists these days No one smiles on the streets these days And there's no compassion Hit the wall a
accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for living? Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept this
push whips, piss an MC Love money like I love my moms Love my nigga Com Sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood
solver Guess who gets the call? Me that's all You're duelling with a plugged revolver Guess who dropped the ball The writing's on the wall The
[Chorus] Flatline God forbid I gotta go Draw a mural on the wall, take the dough and ball Flatline God forbid I gotta go Raise my seed like he ya own
Serv-On] In tha beginning when there weas no money spendin' It seems a lot of niggas thought I was pretendin' But now I'm sendin' plaques to my momma wall
cheap speech free of action Move these weak knees before they keep crashing Staggering, hands sliding along the wall Stall, now I'm back again - gotta keep on the ball