to show me Just exactly what I gotta do I'm living in the USA Take another breath of that toxic waste Living in the USA Try not to suck too much detergent Everytime I
I'm in someone else's mind Don't know what I'm trying to find Like a picture on the wall Waiting for my face to fall I'm in someone else's mind I'm in
man living in a poor man's house Rich man living in a poor man's house Rich man living in a poor man's house Rich man living in a poor man's house Rich
sky it's a plane, it's a bird (bird), Now it's just the thrillest playaz that u eva heard, we recognize it's real, comin out the dirty third, A-K-A third
pack That's prolly why a n--a so clumsy wit the stacks Yea, so clumsy wit them racks Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps Half a life sentence a
sound like an opra Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster Tell
I like a chose To get a "hey baby" from you... I don't know, what happen to you and I... Wooooh.. I don't want to be the one living with regrets
's the code of the streets I didn't invent Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto I
raw? My life's been a great story in the ultimate war I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust
general me and my brother D A P's that's clinical oh i was raised a survivor now i'm getting *** as a fiver rider account now i living the fist chance i
nuts I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what And that's B's up, ho's down Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found Blood,
I'm moving on 'cause I'm gone Oh, I'm gone, gone, gone; I'm gone I'm so gone, I'm gone; gone, I'm gone
It's the kind of a nite U'could use a friend You feeling a loss And you need a win A perfect eleven Between one and ten Got the right way To make a sad
They wanna censor me, they'd rather see me in a cell Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell Now everybody talkin' 'bout us I could give a fuck I'd
Kurk I swear i be the sickest n-gga, u can ask the nurse and if you throw it in the bag, i bet ill snatch her purse Ok i spazz, i curse u last, im first
, anyway, I-I know it's kind of a roundabout way Of saying it, but, I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is I HATE SAUERKRAUT! That's all
it off, lines is visible. I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone, that's dispicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original
