You never listen to the things i have to say You're such a f**king joke It makes me go insane It's only the beginning of the end I get excited when
Decisions conflictions so much they cannot see Frustration building inside me Hurry up No wait up Coward mentality Anticipating fallacy Hurry up wait
Give me a dollar on four I can't take anymore My head is like a cage I'm feeling in a rage I ain't got nothing to lose I'm left with what i had My
If you just want to be my friend Why do you keep calling me then? It's better that I never see you Will I ever see you again? It's alright; My heart
Well he never bleeds and he never f*cks And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck Well he never reads (reaks) and he never rusts And he never sleeps
that) Like for instance, Black Rob is WHOA! (Oh no doubt) And Bad Boy is WHOA! (No doubt) And that's it, man, word up [Rah Digga] Digga on a Black Rob track
cost 200 bucks No joke, aged oak Barrels of the smoke Cut throat, throw you over boats see if you float Root beer floats with 1-5-1 shootin' range Bustin
some thangs as long as I buy 5 I really wasn't trippin cause I had the cash But if it goes down funky I'ma smoke yo' ass Hung up the phone and I was up
secrets Stuck to the beat and glued to the sequence Igloos [? ] than we is You can catch us walkin on the weekend While you awkwardly breathin From all the second hand smoke Nigga, you a square Lit
the sheisty 5-0 [Chorus x2: San Quinn] I see a pile of gold I got my hands in it Gotta eat so we think 'till we stand in it Niggaz move smokin fast
on yo nut sac's Sac's of weed is what I need To keep my brain on this track Chu-Chu watch me choke as I blow out a cloud of smoke Hypnotize civilize,
ain't gotta like us fuck them son [Starang] Starang, forever like Wu-Tang, my crew brings drama hangin your ass upside-down by ya shoe strings Smoke
I satill get paid and I write albums Sip the coke rums, loop the trope drums Thirst it down, plums I think of stunts are dunce My rap labelmates? They all smoke
