mind All my peoples that be knowin' the time Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter 'Fore we spark the fire To all my peoples
we roll heavy Welcome to my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on
patio, stretched in my camouflage And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine skeleton I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand But on the other hand, light
I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember my ass Twitchin, with my eyes drippin down the glass Shaggy
my war zone's ready keeping the vultures from swooping down. I'm as classic as a dope-bag version of Michael Myers with a hatred that will spread like a forest fire
of my mind You'se a back burner project Getting done up from behind My whole squad drops LPs to CDs And making way more chow Then you?ll hoes will
this hoax war then I wake up yellin and my throats sore cuz the fight's there, its a nightmare if it come to me I'm in my snipe wear if a bullet give my
planets, homie Mine is called Kansas City A cloud in my pocket gotta rain on 'em, Such a star I saw Heaven's walls and wrote my name on 'em So comfortable
the whiskey, the gypsy, told me, my chances, were risky Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me, too shifty I will go, into my dungeon
thang since the game in his arm Straight aim at his arm gotta watch my back Gotta stack my flow gotta pay my bills leave bread in the will All to the
on my feet I see the Lord when I sleep and often He speaks He says Juelz you better than all of these creeps So I got all my shit light, got on my shit
is comin' for ya Run, hide, duck, duck We don't give a fuck, fuck My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie That poltergeist bitch is hot but too young
collapse niggas, perhaps niggas Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my
a blessing to every nigga, that held us down My people issue in hell right now [Chorus] [Magic] I'm a ridiculous lyricist, you hear the fire in my vocals
Solve a riddle in a magazine, be tongue in cheek Tell me that we're still too young That we're still too young and I'll hold my tongue Until you see
fair Precious gifts beyond compare We can build a world of wonder I can make you all aware' 'i will find you food and shelter Show you fire to keep
Young woman share your fire with me My heart is cold, my soul is free I am a stranger in your land A wandering man, call me sand Oh sir, my fire is very