know Imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous I said T.I hold ya head And Mack hold ya head Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause
Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen To the Roller Coaster Malpractice Please stay seated, yeah and hold on even fuckin' tighter now Cause this next section
damn thing to a soloist 'Cause Reggie Noble's pissed I crush your whole brain frame 'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk That have your rap style for lunch, chump 'Cause
n-gga Guard your jewels and avoid large tools Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth
cold night It was fourteen below and the wind start to blow There wasn't a boy scout in sight Pull down the shades 'cause he's comin' Turn out the lights 'cause
care Then why the fuck am I yellin' at air I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause these hos won'
on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin' Last week this old man I had to blast 'cause he tried
made this rap game suspenseful 'cause now I got a impulse To give you insults wrote with a pencil And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood 'Cause
shirt Since I'm in a position To talk to these kids And they listen I ain't no politician But I'll kick it With 'em a minute 'Cause see they Call me
cursin' At a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And it took me back to something that I'd lost
Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high You can pick apart my
[unverified] Still kicking it for the Acorn posse Yeah, Jerry Hodge is in the booth kicking it Yeah, wanna send a shout out to Shock G 'Cause without
' your speakers and I'm makin' no sense 'Cause on your turns, this record burns like incense The rhymes he say have no particular order Underwater, underderwater Go 'head
lost a family, my luck ain't live Mama died when I was 6 and Daddy ain't have enough time To kick it with me like I wanted him to kick it with me Now
, I don't mean I'm 'sposed to be locked behind bars Cause my acronym for thug is True Hero Under God But still I'm a criminal cause I got gold teeth
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam Dancin' with Blanch and them bitches, flickin' goose pictures Kick
MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well Kick
'll throw some fucked up kicks on Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up 'Cause we don't give a fuck