don't give a damn I walk the line of truth and honor And stick tight to my friends Stick tight Stick tight I stick tight to my friends Stick tight
't give a damn I walk the line of truth and honor And stick tight to my friends Stick tight Stick tight I stick tight to my friends Stick tight
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo
doin' 'cause you the one that's lookin like a foo And I guarantee that you'll be up for doom Until that the Hollywood terror You need the weapon
like, "Where the homies at? Where they go?" Yeah nigga, Left all alone in the zone, Where heads are flown back, Bone flown in the zone, Terrors, dripemental, Tight
at it causin' static With lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket The last in line but one of the first to get wit' cha Bringin' more terror to MC
out Yo, my movement motion Smooth or rough as the ocean Sometimes, it slip away and I lose devotion My judgement get cloudy Then I wanna get rowdy Like Arabia Terrorize
attemptin like coke on a mirror quite decisive a who rock tight shit and get the thang to swang like a night stick shake it up lifeless, jaws of terror
[scratching of the words "Refuse to lose"] [Verse 1] Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome I walk the path of righteous even when
speech] [Verse 1] As I dive into the center of the sun Solar system super nova kingdom come victims run I stand here energized like ha mas my posse terrorize
Ride, east coast west coast In the middle, down south, 2 bogus Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin Your trunk and we steady dumpin [Crunchy Black?] It's a motherfuckin stick
torn My defense is tight like jason sehorn On these corn on the cobs, lop for pop, now they popcorn Plus I got a bucket of em, so stick it to em Bring
microphone I come with smoke Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin' like? I just come off a double-album You know that shit was tight
bounce to this, rollie on wrist My platinum shit half wit' sin See me in the club by the door bulgin' in Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl >from the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight terror
