of time, tired of your lying Really though how much time you think I got? The clock is ticking, it's ticking away You're slippin' away fucking the honeys
of your lying [Da Brat] Uh, uh Really though how much time you think I got? The clock is ticking, it's ticking away You're slippin' away fucking the
I won't say it'll work for you but I know it did for me When I found myself a special place where I'm happy with all I see Now I make each day to go my
you tell, chip away at my insides Leave me with nothing but hate that I can't hide Kill it Kill it Kill it Kill it Hate Kill it Kill it Kill it Kill it
got no respect And the killing won't stop when you become a cop The worlds getting madder and it ain't gonna stop It's an uphill battle all the way
away like hell gone, word is born Need to get away to go back to where I come from So just call me Poltergaist, cause I'm ghost I'm all wrapped up, shipp it
to raise No man to chase, sick of living in this blasted place No time to sit around weeping like a basket case Her son made it all worthwhile The only
slid Now she 23 full blown in the mix Sizin' up wits than more cliques is gettin' chips She down for whatever, as long as it pays She tipped off the
bricks In that big body Benz you know it's oh 6 Got your bitch on my dick I stack them chips And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick From a block away
confederation, dead a nation, explode On detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it We all fiends gotta do it
my name's Willie, I get sick with it Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch slug up Before yo' stink bitch bit it I betta clippin' crap that y'all cats is
gun right here All y'all clown niggas put your hands in the air Is it you over there? Is it you over there? Is it you, is it you, is it you right there
all your homeboys and dipped away, nigga It's all hood, put him on the set It's all hood, it's all hood (L.A., City of Angels) (It's all hood) It's all
time the 40 Oz, Quartet Take it away, gentlemans It's the cap twistin clique that get you sick off one sip Of this concoction - pass it to a nigga like
the Likwid Conglomerate My crew in it, I'm in it, so we remain prominent Rap game I'm bombin' it, it's too much Uncle Tom in it I got drunk and got
They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' All along All along 'Cause if they used
, gun right here All y'all clown niggas put your hands in the air Is it you over there? Is it you over there? Is it you, is it you, is it you right there
be veterans [Chip Banks] Say no more, Banky gonna lay down the law Got Hoodz that's quick on the draw to sick em on y'all Them broads that you sweatin
