him a gun to play with it was his favourite toy. They bought some brave tin soldiers and he thought it all such fun. To shoot those brave tin soldiers with his little wooden gun
u can ask the nurse and if you throw it in the bag, i bet ill snatch her purse Ok i spazz, i curse u last, im first im on ur ass like dirt behind that
Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke and I choke, and I creep on a come up Niggas be tryin' run up but I bust, and they drop
[Jae Millz] Ayo Millz break the block down from A to Z I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency I'm in the kitchen wood chilled
the nurse And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse OK I spazz, I curse You last, I'm first I'm on yo' ass, like dirt Behind that cash
the hill like lauren, killing 'em soft' What you grillin' me for? Kept my name good, we from the same hood Made some change, put the range wit' the stained wood
't be what those haters want me to be Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood Cinderella with
Blanket me sweet nurse And keep me from burnin' I must get back to the woods dear girls I must get back to the woods In the bloody elevator Rising for
Here come the pecker Wood mic wrecker Sweet like nectar MC selector Come again, keep the style I'm bustin' You think I'm droppin' acid ???only super
hillbilly rock Way back in old Kentucky where the bluegrass grows Through the Carolinas on them dirt red roads Burnin' like a fire runnin' wild in the woods
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap Earnhart sticker behind my
got wetter than it was in nine four, The drank that got thicker and the dirt weed dro, Nine six Impala with the stick on the floor, Nice Bentley, four doors, with madrona on the door, Light wood
the otha bizis layin dead But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway
To the third floor Reached behind the sink Throw the heater on the floor Locked the door Police grabbed me up And tried to break my jaw "So where's the gun
to do). I got the gorilla eatin-serious heart-rippin-crawlin threw the dirt- foot tappin-redenbocker-punchin bag blues. (Stinkin like a toe) I got the blues, (Angels in the woods
fixinta get me, but nigga I'm a riot By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it Gun's I collect 'em, gun's for protection Gun's for that nigga that
Pat up in this dang thang Crook by da book, the fed story Yall know how we do We do it like it sposed to be done The dirty dirty strapped with the gun
(C?mon) Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah) Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works Take off my fuckin' shirt, I'm reppin' to the dirt I'm reppin
