through a club he likes the skins tight For all a y'all thinkin he rhymin well It's just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Cause it's cool when you
can keep it Girl you on my mind all the time, that's a secret Baby I build you up Girl, if I, never show, I'd have you by my side Oh yeah, I'd build you up
Sing about that, oh, love, it's a brittle madness Sing about it in all my sadness Not falsified to say that I found God so Inevitably, well, it still
to get the weight up Streets don't stop, streets don't stop, no exceptions Gotta get it, gotta get it all in it to win it, y'all heard Streets don't
can see me, I'm pissed off like my pipi Then bought it in ?, be easy, Slaughterhouse this is it [Chorus] Slaughterhouse up in this bitch Get your bitch, make it
ya'll plans foyale ya'll funny style, you'll never make it to trial It ain't a game kid. [Verse 4: (Rhyme Recca)] World premier, metal gear fanfare, stand clear all
the truck she's dancing on And he'd be hurt up pretty badly I must say word up It aint over bone is third up Don't debate it I know they hate being affiliated
it ain't where you're from It's where's your gat It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes
, nigga Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow, nope We big dogs, all on the chow down Chow and Mr. Giles lay back Santana locked up, get 'em out asap Aight
journey? Into the woods To bring some bread To Granny who Is sick in bed. Never can tell What lies ahead. For all that I know, She's already dead.
. if it wasn't for the guillotine, there would be no umbilical cord. isn't it pitiful? at our pinnical, they make it sound so pinnocchio. that's how i know it
met, met, met I never tried to hook it up, up But I used to fantasize about the guts Fuck, bust nuts, rush Grab the gold and carry it in your mouth But
come where you wonder what it's made with. Think about it. You're so high sitting there, thinking about thinking about it so high sitting there. Strychnine sick
to me this here is more than just a job it's the culmination of all that I believe hiphops the oxygen that I need to breathe success is measured by
left, I get the drift. f-ck the cheddar or whatever, it don?t measure up to this. I mean, never did I ever not remember you exsist. when I hop up out
it all is (what?) We could both have whoever we please but um We'd only be foolin ourselves (why?) 'Cause it seems without each other we would never be pleased It
know you had that clown picked Mind blowin' out 'cos L still sound sick You dream you was me I gleam lyrically I love 'em for it it's the highest form