was hit He wasn't dead but the blood was pouring And all I could think about was war and Later I found that it was Rob and his crew Now tell me what
m pissed them a motherfucker,twist that motherfucker,lift that motherfucker,Hey nigga you my motherfucker Cause you busted on them motherfuckers,shot up them motherfuckin crew
know what? Yeah Keep it real, represent what? My nuts Keep it real, represent what? My nuts Keep it real, represent what? My nuts Keep it real, represent what
in the news clip The irony of sellin' drugs is sort of like you using it Guess it's two sides to what substance abuse is Can't stop, won't stop addicted
rhythm will hold you captive We're perfecters of the poem we sing Mobbin in to the top with the style's that's addicting No doubt, about what we capture
, but if you wait for a second I could write some shit down that could get a gold record Thought about not the first thing that I think about MJG and
everyday straight bump up bitch My gold rings come from Spitz Look baby, You know what I want Your acting like it's that time of the month Are you bleeding, can't think about
to duck to hatin' Fuckin' with my family, I get worse than Satan Turnin' niggaz out, at a young age It's what my life story's about, I ain't afraid Turnin
into shit Just me and my dogs livin' like hogs, Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out Said, "doc what's the condition
's what I do You got platinum chain then, son, I'm probably talkin' to you And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew And while
and day But what I feel can't be concealed There ain't no other way I'm a selfish girl when it comes to you Every minute of the day I'm addicted to what
treatin' this like it's just a fling What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did
Speaking] This one's for the world, my people U think u know me? U have no idea who i am, This is my story It's not about the magazine (no), about my
the gun, heist the crib And the never learn shit until twice their bid Like the world turn around funny clown money Everybody laugh when they have it What about the addict
of laws, tell that slut ta suck a dick, Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch, Take away my gun, I'm gonna talk some other shit, Cant tell me shit about
somethin delicious While, most of these rappers be makin my tummy hurt Got me upset, sick of these crabs who can't kick it All addicted to rhyming, I'
quot; El-p: "i don't know that you like my shit I haven't even heard your record I have no idea what you think about me" Sole: "i-i-i