we quick to sling And when it comes to beef boy we some burger kings Catch you with the small 22. that I had in my bouge Had that other hand had pulled
a feeling that I can't deny You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your thigh Actin like my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye Sometimes I slow down, catch
tucked inside of my coat See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's plus It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch
them stop and goes? Mannie: Yeah that's them spinnin' rims Jazze: And what them thangs they cost? Mannie: I think they 'bout a house Jazze: Now all you other
done came to With condoms on you hopin' that he find 'em on you And - I ain't tryin' to catch nothin' from you So I'm caught up in a Catch-22 If I don
em' And I let em', 'cause I can bend em' and it's more then the denim But I've been on the move, while you dudes be sleeping The coupe on 22's keep the
so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all And only cause my man heard of y'all Other than that, shit
at, it ain't hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy (Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don't remind me If I catch another
hard to find me let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy (hey, this life is hard man) I know, don't remind me If I catch another case I'ma kill
along with the PG, hm and that's on DP I mean what could I say, what could I do Anything I say and do is a catch 22 and I knew I had a clue I wasnt
seem to lose the fight. Can't seem to hold on to my life. So I go on through the pain. That's why I'm leaving here today. Won't make it any other way
't let go! Until all that's left of dreams of Venus.The appendix of a system that doesn't need us. One machine tells the other not to feed us. They only
this whole next session When I grip the mic I spit my shit like a veteran Wait stop the beat a second Now bring it back again Catch 22 has come to bump
than mice turn to man See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22
their hands The shit makes them feel like little big man Twelve years old catching wreck 'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in check People get wounded, others
g.b.) (x16) Scarface: What if I learn to work your beat And fuck with you in the ways that you fuck with me And underline all y'all downfalls for ya Catch
tymin' I get respect on the East, I get respect on the West Got plenty jewels on my neck, got 22's on my Lex I'm 22 years old with 22 bad hoes 'Cause
off that dank gettin toasted khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open and on my stomach spells T-R-U that's my click motherfucker, in other