Abilene, my Abilene. Rotgut whiskey numbs the brain If I stay here I'll go insane. Think I need a change of scene To Abilene, my Abilene. Outside my
, slangin' Slangin' from my hood to yo hood, bang bang (It's all good) Could these dope tapes Bag 'em up, ship 'em straight to the niggas that don't give a
, it isn't worth a bean If you ain't in possession, the ability to swing, yeah The ability to swing, the ability to swing The ability to swing yeah, the
ad campaign. it's just a day in the life of a pretty face, sometimes in business, these people with their shitty tastes of a high heel shoe in their mouth with a
That's how we talk in the third And give a fuck when we com get out the way you'll get mixed on We sick sick keep a extra clip if it's on Let it be buckin
[Chorus] 2x You could get it, you would get it Oh watch ya back 'fore ya wig get splitted [Kane] I start this shit off like a kick off I'm the quarterback
a dog Most Wanted Boy's make ya shake it like a dog 5th Ward Weebie, make ya shake it like a dog Shake it like a dog, shake it like a dog Rock with me
step Run a mile with death and see who win the fucking race Sexy bitches get excited when they see my face Got indicted on a case ain't stressing a bit
', don't bullshit em' Hit em' with a round now the tank split em', split em' Don't let a nigga catch you slipping, we camouflage Killer connection committed, armed surprise Duck and die for the buster but I'm straight as a
and checkin they pockets No limit tight like a fucking chain gang Kickin shit like Jackie Chan Front these bitches from rags to riches But its just a
stopping if a cop is on my tail (What) Big boz got that AK nigga and that?s real Rolling in that rover (Rover) Smoking on that dolja (Dolja) A no limit
got 28 grams, that's a ounce of D 7 grams a quarter o-z, go for 2-50 Cut off the shit quickly, now I got me a G Score four more times now that's a quarter
my mama sobbing Fucking with Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your fucking brain Anger, and keep a round
right I think about my happiest times And one of them was, sat in bed Watching a documentary on murderers A bear cat, a mimosa and a view of arcady
to me Let it go down like it's supposed to be Words together like birds in a flock Yes, rhymes on time like the hands on a clock Well I'm an epileptic, a skept-a
[Verse 1: Guru] It's the, true enliven with a youthful vengeance And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve
s my groove travel everywhere breathing in the air I don't have a care in this old world and I feel fine everything is mine Meanwhile back in Abilene
All my life, I waited for something great, Here I am with nothing showing. And all I want, yes it is all I wanted- it's us I lost my chance maybe a
