it surface The nerve of these peasants Treat a rap budget like a bird how I stretch it Think they get the message Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a session So
and The West coast, you gotta rock on and ah down South, you gotta rock on and Check it... "Now you can go!" Mister Pussy Emcee, just get on gone Get on gone
I walk in the store blow the wistle and ball This aint the picture I painted this is not a warhol You was supposed to ride wit me but you so far gone
tied your lace a thousand times, And you saw the good in the worst of the crooks, And your story begins, and your story begins. The sun it burns so
t stop thinki about (you) I can't stop thinkin about you girl I can't stop thinkin about (you) I can't stop thinkin about you girl Why do I feel so
thought you bring me so much pain Lord knows I tried to keep you happy, girl in every way I'm on the road doing my thing, trying to keep you laced Trying
up I know that ain't them man Murp Jersey on backwards wit ol' school Tim's and Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp Nelly chain so long got
Ain't no solution for this Since day one I been true to this shit Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss I been provin' to hit so you know it's really
walk in the store blow the wistle and ball this aint the picture i painted this is not a warhol you was supposed to ride wit me but you so far gone used
laced with that long game, it's just not a lot of choices man You ain't plannin' to go to jail with the poison clan So you could be another number in
a good hoe niggaz sure better keep her Cause I'm on the prowl, all the time Tryin knock every bitch so they all be mine And I ain't never, ever gone
knees 18 half black and half Vietnamese Looking like she taste better than Kola and milk With the dirty red complexion skin smoother than silk So young and so
will get your head gone that's why I got capablity's to stack some skrill become maxin fat cats wit the gats concealed so I. *(Chorus)* 2x Verse
brace, cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's place the cover in a maced ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience hot traces, suicide so
my cup (Yeah) Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough! But niggas wanna do shit to make me react So "Insane
Dudes had on Nike suits and the Pumas with the fat laces 'cause it was either that or K-Swiss I miss those days and so I pout like a grown jerk Wishin
My concentration is gone! Omision wishin to pick up the pieces To make ??? Tension increases at a rapid rate. Birds of a feather flock together So
breathe This chemical breeze, no more So another day breaks and the last one's gone You dig deep just to carry on Your debt's paid off but it don't feel gone So