My building's full of little holes with heads in, staring at the street. They sometimes topple forwards, then stick at one another, passing freaks. They
when i was young, stepped it up, not a juice, the 2- 5, u dumb fuck pull a 80 on me baby, who you think scared i take the gun in the club, man
ain't stuntin em though unless I'm gettin money from em. The watch will ya make want me. Man I'm sick of money. I'm tired of diggin holes so now I live
, I find the snub nose I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique And you can't sell three copies of your shit You smoke garbage weed, and cheap packs a
and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man
a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo, mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform If I'm not lampable Askin' my man
And when I die won't you remember me Cause I berry-ed you baby deep in me Yah when you fall for the garbage man You won't ever be the garbage
, it's tip off time and I'm off the tip Walkin' to the bench and I sit, bite my lip Bustin' out rhymes, standin' in line 'Cause it's garbage time 'Cause
Of Kurt Cobain' The man was an icon of Generation X A sound between Joy Division and NOFX Let?s dissect this album called 'Nevermind' Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage
it. You disagree then you don't know music. Most emcees that garble when it's time to write, they got nothing to say, like a deaf man with writers block
the hole) To cool Poppa Sha (Ace in the hole) My man Smoke (Ace in the hole) To one and another (Ace in the hole) Sig Luva (Ace in the hole) Boogie man
, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire with ya thin ass vest You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get
she comes, here she comes She's crawled out of a garbage can Here she comes, here she comes She's gonna waste another man Ah, sick city Gonna be the
mine I know the rap's leaving nigga crooked getting out of line (yeah) If I catch homey looking the wrong way, Good-bye Cut and slice Then let your man
at what I can destroy with just a hammer. Nails in drywall, paint haul, blah blah. Move in, no sink, new broom, I think. I bribed the garbage man! I
I'm in love with a big black hole But I can dig it 'cause I'm a hound We got the garbage as our playing ground Well maybe in the future I can be your man
that old, fat sun Bring the a curtain down cross the sky Oh, this man can chew on some bubblegum And on that, you can rely She waits outside my little hole