to lug it through the mud And thus the reason with happy people I'm disgusted (chaa) I'm talkin about those thangs that make you do bad things (chaa) Livin the evil up in the fast
my fade-up cause he cuts em like class And the chicks want me to lick cause I'm too quick, I think I'll pass Dollars, if I don't fold em, I roll em like
'm a professional, pimpin' like rational Worldwide, but it's national You betta ask them hoes and ask them clothes Who dat smokin' beeds Talkin' bout she fast
it up a little, so you (Focus) Homeboy, I ain't never gon' let 'em take me under I maintain with a mind frame to bring the rain and the thunder Fast
Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out [Verse 1 -
to trust Still I toast to the east coast, the stage is us Throw it up for the niggas, that could, hold it up Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it
Who's fast from the hip Clap you once cause g's leave no Witnesses clap twice out the door Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep Still music
Hoes know I'm the man, cause I'm always showin up My big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up Big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up
old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the pros where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me,
Joe you got it Right, blow horn You must leave now Take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep You, you better grab it fast
hotels on You take the pennies I'm betting with Because cash is cash I steal your whiskey and cigarettes From behind the old television set It's still
mayhem volume Screaming through the stacks Stop and stare at the demons lair Burning so fast You won't last Crazed in sweat and blasphemy But still we
is on fire and I must go" There's no need for anger, there's no need for blame There's nothing to prove, everything still the same Just a table standin
I know you thought we were done, we rose up got a gun to make your whole inside fold up and hit us with the best shot and we're still standin' so tell
lord barnard's horn Away musgrave away Lie still, lie still, you little musgrave And keep me from the cold It's nothing but a shepherd boy Driving his flock to the fold
grills I'm still runnin the underground, even though I got a major deal Down South we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show icy grills I'm still runnin
that shit she passin off to me though We wax Ajax niggaz with a axe, Maxamill You could crash a mil, got you back still scold em and fold em like they