play [Talking:] This is my will... This is my will... Telling ya'll how I feel... My nigga I just keep it real Free My nigga Dev, my nigga Kenny Boy, D
] Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip Pump on my lap at all times I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes Thompson Center spittin' .45 slugs Black Mac
] Everlast Everlast in full effect Where's my gold record? Where's my record? Where's my record? [ Divine Styler ] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out [ Donald D ] Microphone King Donald D
give an inch if she can take a yard? (woo) You land on "Chance," take a card, it's Monopoly I think past "Go" (yeah), 200 on my mental dash though And my
through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will
' a song "Why'd they have to send my baby home?" Fuckin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game now my son on the throne I am the beast
backyard The pool room product put it all on my sacks card For real? Yeah, for real I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity
crew and my crew is monumental and yo... You need to lo and behold these innuendos [Baatin] Its just the fine talk Mac'll come with tracks, you relaxe-d My
to B.sig 'Cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out I bring the hood when I'm travelin' Scrap backwoods unravelin' Scrap smoke good when we travelin' Forget the Mac
get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become the first smokin Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My squad
dillinger in the sleave If my gun jam, you niggas squeeze on me You niggas them cats got the code-d's on me I'm on to my off game, leave the stadium for
on the payroll An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low I fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle My fam fight back like
Nik Nack is in the house for the four My niggaz locked up, left a kilo, it's good as sold Stole gumbo pot, creamery rise to the top My limo even slide
The KLF would like to thank Evil Graham Lee, Elvis Presley, Nick Coler, Jesus loves you, Fleetwood Mac, Acker Bilk and all other communicators around
lately. ED I brush my teeth every night but still I wake up with a bad mouth and the background is my past and my presence will bring it back out deliver
get earned, I put the track on pause something needs to get burned, My head will not turn, Im loyal to a hot firm, Plus im extra pissed the D's just
of the year Some say I came out of nowhere Little d'they know it's been a four year nightmare Running around with no runner Had to pay for my own radio plugger Watch'd
