I'll be the cause of the causes I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit I buy thousand kicks and
half of their check I keep a banger that'll break down half of your neck I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back Drag and S.P.'ll blow
slangin', snuck the back way in Ya helped me back ???? at the days in My ?? got you backin mine, back on my grind I can't get you out the back of my
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and that's the fact I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin' my back Don't dig goin' to the movies alone Or talkin' to myself on the telephone Goin'
about everything, but try dragging my feet. And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll. The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow And
revolver, had him dragged to city hall Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high He shot my Billy dead and now it's time to die Delia went a walking down on
about everything but try dragging my feet And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll The brakes don't work and this grade's so steep, her engine's sure to blow And
stream, the rain And I fly just like a bird up in the sky And I?ll surely die just like a flower plucked And dragged away is thrown away and then one
head I crawled back to the shore instead Why did you take, and drag me through your hell I am dry, I sigh, take this torture from my head And how you
my family. Wish: Was ya too young, mama and daddy, when you laid down and had some (eggs)? And I remember y'all breakin' up, and shippin' us off back
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smokin' my Buddha, coochie recruiter Comin' at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash On the back and
a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your ass was born it was all on the own and, When it
as hell when I'm threatened Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right A rude awakening and
the bass and treble hit So wise up, keepin' yo eyes up I'm lookin' for bitches and bitches to size up I bust one and thumps one, I bust two and rise
lotta dumb shit And only God knows when you punch the clock Thought he was bulletproof and got shot It's either heaven or hell, him or me Locked in a cell or out on
one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what type of shit you on? You better through your boots on and your inflammable suits on