gon' never be no old days In the ghetto no more So you betta get a grip on reality And triz-out, I make a wiz-a Coming up in the new day's a damn shame
't need you any more) We joke about it on our coffee breaks (We don't need you any more) But we're paid to force you to have a nice day (We don't need
is it courage or strength And is that what I'm waiting for? If I could just kill myself Would it also kill the remorse? I wanted so badly to catch a
from state, For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A. Still ghetto wit de mind of a needle A cricket in the cheater, Draw a nine millimeter up. Makin it, '
, honey So if you're a gold digger, nigga please, that joke was funny And for that diss comin' from you in particular, shoot You better kill it, for a
? i guess somewhere along the way we made different choices you know, i still have your killing joke tapes and your psychic tv t-shirt why don't you come by some day
Spit it, we can have a sprayoff I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off Murder the whole month of April
vault Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice
meal, etc:. We know how much you'd like to die We joke about it on our coffee breaks But we're paid to force you to have a nice day In the wonderful
inside right, bruised up past, it's a hard knock life, alright, i'll give you this one chance, step light on a floor that's got broken glass, see a shard
a trip, I'm back with a tan I'm with a diva, sipping margaritas with my back in the sand Or I'm on a yacht getting my cock wet from a Chinese freak Trying
less a man than a King. Then a joke he will try as you stifle a sigh And deny that you've heard it before, Thinking Oh, Oh what a bore he is, what
a gang Just some young punk tryin to come up and get a name Put a bullet in his brain, it's a shame But yo, on a better note Latina women look so good
Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
as a monument As I comence to dent their intelligence The mic's a tool and the stage is a work bench So rappers better, stand back and let a Brother
just a Q. and A. Still ghetto with de mind of a needle Quicker than a cheetah, Draw nine millimeter up. Grab a man's chain If I get shifty, never in
' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it 'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a