on) 'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste It's more of a psychological thing My heart pace'll never change But your cabbage'll get rearranged Don't make
I'm going out raw, Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell, Steppin' out the darkness with an army of creeps, Caffeine ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep
road, tryin to get that pot of gold Still out in the field, mobbin with Sean and Smoke 9 times, nine to five, im troop servin Nine, you bout tryin to eat well, get
haul me off and Put me up in that hearse remember this verse I did a song with Fred Durst, as far as the independent Underground rap scene, I was the first To get
dope fiends Million dollar spot million dollar dreams Four or five different colored techa-marines Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones Plushed out
I got hoes 'cause I'm so rich, nigga Never get played and laid by no trick, nigga They only speak 'cause a brother done peeped strong I muss my hair like Fred and get
I been em all, it's all lived lbs of blow [? ] I get it frm joe, al, fred, and more I shop w/ ms maxine tha most If michael vick dnt get me right, tha
like a bird Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But men, the wrong color outfit, could get
swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers people of colors we get
then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing wasn't right and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to find out how to get it set but oh it was late
a bird Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But men, the wrong color outfit, could get
waste out yuh chance fi paint di town red, Cause when yuh buss it up, a fi mek Babylon fled Yuh have yuh owna mind and you nah quick fi follow Fred
I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing wasn't right and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to find out how to get it set but oh it was late and