R is comin' for war, war On the average day we smoke about a quarter And everythings is bad for a nigga nowadays So we drink a lot of water Talk about you
somebody you know (world wide) reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquor smoke some blunts with your folks they lookin' down on us proud there is a heaven for a
has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning and a new fitted and some job opportunities thats lucrative and sold your dreams, you
s a symptom if you bobbin your head Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip When I get it, you already know I'm throwin them
know that's a lie cuz I don't, and why I just don't know..... (Chorus End) ( Verse2 ) Maybe just a nice cold brew, what's a beer? That's the devil in
feels like this is it For me to have this much I feel like this is it This is not a game this fame the real life is as sick Publicity my ass, consume
ya man, don't let the city get ya f-ck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue your face on the
real got surreal ?cause we feel you ain?t a ganster When I was a youngster, ate jazz and black Freedom had a pistol, it was just like that Old earth
'know you heard of that (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Ohh! Uh, you know the word is back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yes, I know you heard of that Psychopath, ride
what it is This is a world - Premiere [Verse 1 - Royce] Look, I'm in a zone for rilla In a freezer with Medusa I'm fucking a stone-cold killer You bitch
a lesson and learned of my return to the earth In the form of a perfect human specimen The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader Slave of the people in the form of a
give a damn man i just saw your woman huggin and kissin another man i don't dive a damn kuz god got me and if you don't know you better ask somebody
Cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target When the narc's hit, rumor is you might start to spit You nice Lord,
Move like a wanted man with a bounty on his head Work alone, sleep alone, eat alone, daily bread Countin' till my fingers' red, how you gon' judge a man
a wish that used to be a duck but now you're stuck dumbstruck Trying to hang but you can't swim I think you're fucked You traded in your blues for boom
dead guy you saw me talking to is your boss I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterate I know things you know and nothing you don't know
invincible like you god or something If you god, then I'ma mix a lot until you rot And if you a player then play for everything you got And if you a thug
motherfuckers like me keep it going All you TV, tabloids, plus media, record label, engineers Do no man do I fear ese Cause you can't never hold a good man