I'm runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time Runnin' out of clip, what
, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What
should I give it up? Ain't nothing left to do but Throw myself down in these streets And if I feel like niggas test me I'm gon' reach out for my piece
the begining You ain't never gotta ask again Baby this is what we do [Verse Three: T.I.] Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South When, they ain
On this occasion there are a couple of things we know That we learned from fact magazine One, the king wears a king hat and lives in a king house Two
To get attention lil bitch I understand how they feel They feelin' that they left out And we the ones movin' on So we the ones talked about But niggaz
Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed 'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream So I reached out
You'll needs a boost Hooked like your sweet tooth On a lyrical fountain-head We'll learn sure the malnurished when I gets fed Puttin kings in check, only
curse words red right, white left johnny rockwell, full scale male model red right, white left stinkin rich, everything including the kitchen sink red right, white left achilles, king
be left sleeping From all the diseases that I breathe in Look, respect the island, no stealing And don't bring religion here, no three kings It's great and we
done locked up my folks Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle We won't be able to ride out till two thousand fo' But not for long 'cuz we got a better
phat beats I'd rather rock acapella I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta resent Not a rich king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee on Check out 9th
we got left So try to comprehend where we coming from Life as an Outlaw Ain't meant for everyone So here we come Recognize how we organize Strategize
I though you knew) Cause we find this niggas mood is rude But I know the Cause of your shitty attitude Verse 2: Now whenever I'm fed up we can go head
it Vivid imagination paper chasin' Dufflebag swollen, we holdin' Drink chocolate milk before we roll in It's like that ya'll, we gangstas Stickin' all you Bay Ridge Benzes I'm out
day, please the king, please the king, please the king day, Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, point of order return the king here to the ceiling
two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed Average shit, it was us just smoking out in