the double 'fore I break a little something like Ahh, y-y-you don't want no problems, you ain't got no beef, no Ahh, you better keep quiet if you want your teeth
the country And we plotted out my death In every city, memories would whisper Here is where you rest I was determined in Chicago But I dug my teeth
the country and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest. I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth
sin This is Bed-Stuy '82 Ninth floor, three tiny rooms, one view Buck-town, Roosevelt house They green grass is green, our green grass is brown Shots
U,T, P, in the buildin' Sinista on the' track I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass Whole hood payin' attention to me showin' I just cooked up and the
ceiling fans in K-Mart plates Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking snakes Expose
destruction of starks' mighty guardian, Ironman Yo, summer time holdin' the 9, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass Bank stoppin
hot, from the take-off The blast turns glass into rocks At last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass Till I become a beam of gas And travel
chilled for a while Till the captain pulled up to what we thought was a deserted isle We looked on to the beach and almost went bezerk We saw 300 natives with spears and grass
, Dougy is 4 Rilla My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa Billy's on the left side coughin' helly grief Leavin' haters bleeding crawling pickin' up they teeth
spray mace in a bad boy's eye Leave his shit all puffy so Thou shall not see Thou shall not smile Thou shall never his teeth I'll paint thou or
Buck. from tha first time I beef or a motha fucka mess up. instead of knuckling up these motha fuckas get plucked. From where there young'z snatching grass
beach, fuzz to a peach Get double for each, sell lips to a leach I can sell Buffy some ass, sell a bum some trash Sell trees in a forest, sell the yard some grass
Hey butter pecan what's that lingo you speakin'? It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth
C. Brown wakes from bed Brushes his teeth and he combs his head for school Out the door and down the street Down to the corner and a bus and some friends
be the greatest singer on the radio Leaning on the raging river flats Sliding off a single blade of grass Oh, don't you know the A.D.A. is brushing teeth
last page Hoes back stage Party like my last day Matter fact bitch I ain?t even half way finished Y?all fragile held up in your glass cage The grass
They got no chins and they always win Piece of glass hides the class from the mass Uni-own Jack is starting to crack The greed breed's killin' off the grass