waitin for, We do it for fun part four, It's Mr. Too cold, I'm so far from a rapper, And you can wipe me down Cause I'm so low backwards, I'm all in
it hot and unlock it Firearms make fireworks, I wonder where lies lurk We bloodied up your shirt, all you saw was the fire spark I'm one of too many
conclusion but I made it Pitch fork, gotta get faster further away Ain't got no time Flip to the grip that I just can't slip through Two steps ahead, always one
Spangled cross a more tangible premise ?? it needs splinters all up in day-tripper visuals Take it easy man, fuck it I'll take it any way I can My palms
pagan stomp Knows his religion and he knows it well The doctrine that he follows send him straight to hell He's side stompin' judgment, step ahead of
remain the same Girl, I'm sick and tired of you Girl, I'm sick and sick and tired of you So step now, baby You had your chance and now, it's all through
Lil Cuete kicks it, drinking, smoking pot Strolling through the One-Ways, the fun ways where I stay And if you got some pleto homeboy bring it my way
no one could seem to solve them (Not a soul, baby) You found the answer (It's all for y'all now) Told me to take this chance But it seems, y'all would
live out my dreams It seems to me you think selfishly All your wants and needs it's too much for me I'm breaking to the point I can't handle it I say fuck it, bring it
it's time to exit the club If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then please step to the rear Then it's time to step your game up
play the small cat I had it goin' on, word to mother I was all that, black So one day, believe it or not, I'm chillin' I was playin' against these niggas
fire All in tune All of this abandon I can barely stand it All in tune There is a lifetime of fun stuck between The machinery of your memory Go get it
it you are gonna make me sick sitting their with your hands in your hair quit if you're through with it you are gonna make me sick no one cares
, sweet like one of them now-and-laters the canon blast your candy ass if you try and hate it, i made it, cause i stayed a couple steps ahead of y'all
My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mugshot When it's goin' down, who gon' stop the Blood clott (Chorus Newz) Throw yo' hands up it's that gangsta shit All
Nine, putting forth lies, hatred, and intolerance In the name of love as acceptable Ten, no one will step forward from the shadows saying "Expect this, it
Caught in somewhere between the earths core and the first floor When he finally made it to step six He could no longer see it for what it is All of
up, se acabo, means it's over, bro Method Man on the remix, it's over, yo Se acabo, Beatnuts flip the beat, it's over, yo It's a Beatnuts thing, yo, you