But you are all the life I've ever known I swear one day I'll get it back something that is already dead and gone Again i see the trumpet player looking
Highway 92 Then you call me on my cell phone While I'm cussing out a Cadillac You say, "Remember Tom and Janie's little boy? Well, the doctors say the cancer's back
hive mind Weathermen and such, motherfucks, try to malign mine Let's digress now, kings, put your cans up Paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer
a mistake... yes I did... ) [Tech talking over the beat: Damn shortie, you got me on some singin the blues shit... but you gotta stop looking backwards and remember to look
cancer i aint got a mil but im a pretty good daaancer my advance lasts me about a week after taxes my bills and big sack of weed i am back to where i
they probably do is snitch Busterismology, we don't want it, no sir Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer
we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witness You talk a whole bunch of shit get your head bussed bitch We put bodies in the back of of our pickup
s the reel It's time to shake that shit because you know this one's The answer, Hon's cut off, 'cause I smoke boom, my sign is cancer Time to clear the
I see 'em killin' time killin' pain baby but instead yer killin' me back away from the pain it's insane and I will throw away all the things that sting so back
Where's the lord - who let all these children die The church pretends the mess we're in Back in the real world Where weird things affect our life Look
my back We're having sex, tight-ass flex Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer
showed love but wasn't no love showed back Whoa Kemosabe, what part of the game is that? It's a fact and my war wounds on me can prove it But look how
til I hit that spot Front to the back to the bottom to the top I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot [Verse One: Master P, C-Los] It's like cancer mayne
It's so good to have you back To provide us all with that bass Especially after you finish cookin' that bass I always been a hungry nigga The type to
pressure rse Cheap emotions win swallow minds in a deep sleep I smoked a pack of cancer sticks because of an elite dick I will know who to look for when
ya die mi sister had ?? ona clik mi pistols had ansers thad get us 60 yrs but i aint wanna see mi uncle had cancer in the dik mi aunty had cancer in
ve got no time for the rise in crime And plutonium leaks and mile-long lines Of cars backed up just tryin' to buy some gasoline Well I'm up to here with the cancerous rats And the test tube babies and bureaucrats Looks
every factory Still, everywhere fools Are squinting into microscopes Researching cells Trying to figure out a way We can all live in hell Well, step back, look