yes, that is yours and this is mine, As long as the balance is out, that's fine. I don't define the terms of the oppression, Do you awake to that dull and
't be satisfied 'til it took what you had (Aight) I'm a thoro nigga, I keep my word And anybody that's ever met me, got love for me So I keep a heard And
Mulch Genital Juices gurgle And Squelch Squeeze Your Testicals, Put them in A Vice Butcher Knives And Razor Stab, Poke And Slice... I open up Your Scrotum And
Some Cahnge But It's All Good Mane Cause I Got Money To Burn Like Pack Woods Mane And We Was Smoking, Joking And Poppin Bottles Getting Open Storking Poking And
leaves in the tree thats how i was living my boys were my backing and loyal to me our chest they were strapping with snowshoes on our feet and sand
wet and juicy like lemons Big ass in tight denim Had the most faithful niggaz sinnin against their women and enjoyed, to watch relationships get destroyed
a canvas pack that holds two large bazooka type guns to the animal's sides. Near the man sits a cache of blastoplast, each capable of destroying the entire
it brrr Birdman Christina Milian she ain't got her man And I don't have no dreams either, I'm working Surfing the earth and tryna stay urban You see the heater poking
from another angle I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbows It ain't no pot o' gold it's where the products sold It's where we lock and load and and
's no more elephants, so... Ah, but still, it's good. There's only one kind of dance: The Robot. And the Robo Boogie Oh and the Ro...two kind of dances
fail There will be no shelter against my rage I will approach you with no good intention And reign down on you like hell fire and destroy you! I destroy
kid I'm like stainless steel Frail nigga on some high and might, break your grill Showtime there's a joke time I poll on the box Poke lots of little holes
t be satisfied 'til it took what you had (Aight) I'm a thoro nigga, I keep my word And anybody that's ever met me, got love for me So I keep a heard And
But like my nigga at The Grammy's, CaTash is for the children (hey!) My style be standin out like gang writin on a building I build and destroy ya, destroy