world on fire That was then, this is now And nothing's blowin in the wind Chorus: Screwed up, that's the problem You're going down, down, down, down, down Screwed up
saw in detention Get ya grands up hands up, real niggas stand up PUT EM UP!! Lemme see ya lighter! - Put it in the sky for me Lemme see ya lighter! -
Stroll on my depths as a criminal Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up Nigga let's show this shit be real But stack up realer than a nigga talk gats
rolling Stroll on my depths as a criminal Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up Nigga let's show this shit be real But stack up realer than a nigga
It cost to be a boss but you ain't got enough Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up What you know
t be spendin' my time If you get your guts pushed, could because of Luda and Meth Could because we do it the best, could because we screw 'em to death Come up
Lil Wayne Magic, ahh ahh ow! rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh lemme spark up first... Magic, ahh ahh ow! rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh lemme spark up first
a missle cos I be squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome you shook and ain't got no tests
we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up Spark
[e double] Word em up [joe sinistr] Word em up, ha ha Got the e double, right there [e double] Jmj combined with grand.. royal.. Nineteen ninety-three
and change the things you doin You playin yourself 'cause you the one gettin screwed As i, ease on down the rick road As I shift from first to second, cruise control So spark up
alone Speech reduced by poor relations Strung from weeks of self abuse Chopped up, churned out weeks of greasy Spark plugs burned up, power's fused
up while I puff on the blunt I roll another one up, and leave it like We ain't givin' a fuck, I got a blunt up in my right hand 40 0z. in my lap, freezin
' up on ya Runnin' up on ya Runnin' up on ya The House Of Pain Runnin' up on ya The House Of Pain Runnin' up on ya Give me some elbow room, spark the
and ended up a dead ape It's a matter of principle like Joe Clark put the microphone to the gasoline and watch 'em.. [Swel] all let the flow spark [
enough it cost to be a boss but you ain't got enough now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up what you
