to your head well it depends on the truth, huh see I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific I just seen one of my boys get ticked off and put one
coast guard the west I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart [Yelawolf] I got no Jim Beam in the liver Getting head like clean clippers, with
for all that would come next? But then she wept, what did you expect? In that big, old house with the cars she kept And "Such is life," she often said With
the soul survivors Warming their hands With their flickering flame of their lighters All their life they've been frightened On the streets with their head
in your face and take the lid off Just use your head and forfeit the game You and your team just need to back off!! Get off my block, gimmie the ball,
remember my days as youth Teenage gangsters with somethin' to prove See man amuse and we creep and we strew Catch your ass slipping and dump on their
in bed with another man} Alright calm down, relax, start breathin' Fuck that shit! You just caught this bitch cheatin' While you at work she's with some dude tryin' to get off
at all his nice things Told him, "Nigga, you already know it" Bitch, I'm the man of the year Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight through this bitch (Yeah) Bitch, I'm the man
get her off like a Heiniken top I got ten young boys on the block with them quarters Nowadays I'm washin my car with spring water Why you just try to send your man
, dealers, crack heads are buying Now the dealer's in jail, all the crack heads are dying My man got AIDS, he was hit hard To get laid, he paid a crack
's only one man up Playboy playing the game, boy Pull back spectacular aim, boy Say what you say, boy, whoever could make noise And ride range off in
these niggas' balls Who was he with? "He was with Tre" He in the hospital too? "Nah." Needless to say, call you back I called up Tre, Tre answered, I said Hey man
look for it it's way off Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bull's playoffs So stay off the ground 'cuz it's dangerous wodie Too many riches these bitches gonna wanna hang with
Clarks, music blastin', laughin' with the whip in park Bodies for lunch, they eat those Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin' [Chorus] Hey man
Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be Get on your knees an' bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off by P.M. Snatch Canadian cream with
The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs
get hers in the end In the hall of the lobby floor Security on post Got gun butted three times in the head with the old dusty toast Now he slipped past
beneath a highlighter, just not pearly Peeling armhairs harm their relation to the band-aid The mucas formation is man made I plan eight minutes more