stress. And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies, any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers and
mankind, a pox on the planet We are the surgeons of sickness and shit Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror Our gruesome displays give rise
all the same Regardless of your rep or your name Rappers walking in the rain Try'na state their claim (I can take the weight, I just hate the back pain
knees into the floor -- and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain
the cross we need the wood Somehow you will rise But without a tool I know honey you're a pro But BABY I don't need your cash Mama got it all in hand
off the cross we need the wood Somehow you will rise But without a tool I know honey you're a pro But BABY I don't need your cash Mama got it all in
joke I'm a pro I'm like the pope on the low [Verse 2:] Soul music so intense so live It's, no excuses y'all been so deprived This is so exclusive and
Yesssssss! Ahahaha... I feel good, man! [Hook:] Life, pain Stress, Success You could fuck all these hoes till you count these chips No, the world wouldn
(feat. H-Town All Stars) [Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication
advisable, flows like icicles, I aint following no trends I write the rules still see me rolling thru the ends all type of tools, get paid maintain from day to day, all
at all tops the shame, no external no blood stains Sharp objects to pierce the brain I got enough dope for your veins and restrain Hand cuffs and chains nuthin but pain
the Road of Destruction? Are we going insane? Media provokate: Pro drugs! Pro war! Pro pain, all insane! Losing all vision, extremist! The Perceiver:
in, watch you step in Ev the lethal weapon, drop the vibe is Aristyle All I leave left is land mass, and lava rock literally In tact when it's done, I rise
ain't it alls lovin it when the artist can't talk People like us man confuse drugs crew And revel in the static electric pain of payin dues who breath some pro
(lay ya hammer) Lay ya hammer kid (lay ya hammer kid) They want the drama bring it to ?em Fuck ?em [Ghostface:] All rise meet the preacher this pro
