everything 24 minus 18, find a problem for everything Don't try to tell me what I mean Don't try to build yourself from the outside Don't try to make
become a part of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then?
me chuckle like a name buckle You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so don't
long enough now stop bein greedy Just keep it real partner give to the needy Grips is touchy, so don't make me wait Fuck around and I'm go'a bite you
ran alot faster But they don't and you can't so don't think about after Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop runnin cause you gonna die like a sucker
catch draft When I'm choppin' down a path to walk down Actually don't even know how talk sound I'm tryin' to stop the next step, they drawin' the chalk
Bullets traveled a lot slower and you ran a lot faster But they don't and you can't so don't think about after 'Cause tomorrow ain't comin', so stop
start And since I laid my mother to rest I been blessed with these cold heart (If it ain't our beef) Don't touch (If he's against us) Fuck him, (If he
to plot, I make you a laughin' stock So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks Rain of acid drops, seek some help, now don't rewind
how you'd think a British ghetto youth feels He can't get a record deal but he can get drugs to deal He can't get a job but he can go for rob and steel
a kickin' A hollow point slug comin' outta black biscuit You ain't just from death, we round to the corner comin' quick We method outta minds and just don't give a
It's alright, I ain't that upright I don't need a psychic 'cause I don't really like it When someone tries to tell me just what my future holds I already
alot faster But they don't and you can't so don't think about after Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop runnin cause you gonna die like a sucker Murder
or die by a gun Can't hide when they come y'all know where I'm from, I ride with the son My outlook on this word is from a G'z perspective Find those in a
you (it's too big to ide) It's a blessing that she made you (girl me nah gon lie) Dip it fast and dip it slow (any way you like) Don't hold back just
Greeted by the scent of a bum Smelling something like beer, barf, and dung A brother in repose in the back all alone Marinatin' in a pair of half-broken
, glorious and He was wise If anyone tries, to question His power Tell them cowards, you really don't buy it He's really so fly, He don't need no assistance
this hip hop back to self creation Meaning I could say whatever I want and I don't gotta act a certain way to make a chunk Ain't a punk just because