a crash) and losing (In a crash) Living (In a crash) the worst day of my life (In a crash) Crying out (In a crash) and no one seems to care In a crash
' sole parcel Ship a box to your local ragaposatory Mind twirler, my disc course'll throw a nigga further Off balance, expose your true colors You ain't thugged out
a sailor (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee (on the screen) And I looked at johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (in the heart
as long as my dick get pumped, I grabs the mic and do what the fuck I want, I loud blast in the cut, white out philly, your a dutch master, Roll like
a smile 'cause as a child, I never knew that being broke was bad Growing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a nigga From putting that
and blazed at the rest of 'em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a
[Violent J:] Something has woke my a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more thumping ensued I jumped out of my bed thinking I'd been invaded
A one way trip down south. The crash landin. Right in your pink fun. I get the job done. Daddy was a pistol and I'm a son-of-a-gun. As I shoot my load
I dream about How it seem like everyday was February 14 Cupid on beam, that arrow?s sting We were more than a fling We were more like a ring Only a left
stop till I'm dead, ain't gotta watch for the Feds They ain't watchin' me, so here's a dome shot to the head As I take a patron shot to the head And
nigga, I toughen up your leather with a, touch, shoot you in the neck, get my respect, you muthafuckin bet. Might as well not sweat when I put these flames
if you let me in your world (Let me in your world) Hey love, what's up, come give me a kiss Have you ever seen a po pimp with eyes as pretty as this
his body 'Cuz all my people came here to have a wonderful time, niggas Everybody crashed the party, once in awhile we can get a little wild And ever now and then, I comin' out
shots But y'all know Drag never cry to the cops That just give fiends time to detox Long as I got air in my lungs I'm a blow out my ops I'm a Ruff Ryde
of a true believer You gave me a crash course in my A.B.C. - 'ya's I should've known it's all been just a game Now that you're gone, who'll take the
that sound as our times running out If you give me the chance I will make you believe everything I can take what you'll say to me now is a flame that's burning out
