street Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless, we split your head and your
Our lungs were meant to shout Say what we feel, yell out what's real Even though it may not bring mass appeal Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
do me up a whole damn crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it won't be
boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your
Conversatin' like some whore pimps caught in the mix Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine It's your
Pay no mind to his messed up hair Pay no mind to the clothes he wears It's just the hours he's been keepin' Ain't been doing too much sleeping They dyed
nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two I believe in you, believe in yourself
so fine She reminds me that a woman got one thing on her mind Talk to me Tell me your name I'm just a link in your daisy chain Your rap sounds like a diamond map
can Dead waters rise higher than your mind Disappointment is a feather in your cap You want the truth so you can crush it in your hand There?s no map
your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map
Chi-town's how we ride Midwest how we ride Come see how we ride [Verse: Twista] now feel the devastation and unification of the thugs in the middle of the map
a disease. Drop to your knees and give me your g's. Nigga you can't get with these, nigga please. Flesh-Verse 6 See you betta be takin' your loss
whenever we grindin' We criminally minded, I'll squeeze ya blindly Body parts deteriorated when they find ya Here's your death certificate, might as
at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might
couple of lines Parallel lines in my soul in my mind Make the jewels unfold every time of the rhyme Use respect, and I'm spectacular Audio fucking up your
your toys away Your pretty boys away Your forty-fives away Your alibis away Your silly lies away Your old tie-dyes away Your one more tries away You're moving out today Your
a cottage by the sea So pack your toys away Your pretty boys away Your 45s away Your alibis away Your Spanish flies away Your one-more-tries away Your
