into six, two halves of a whole tug at a singular soul wound round a staff. Two snakes compete for control, the two snakes cognitive dissidence of the
twelve into six, two halves of a whole tug at a singular soul wound round a staff. Two snakes compete for control, the two snakes cognitive dissidence
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Fuck the whole industry!!!! You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the
vibe, muh'fuckers The first B.I., 'Ready to Die' muh'fuckers So 'Who Shot Ya', 9 to 5 muh'fuckers 'Bad Boy For Life' is I, muh'fuckers And it's back
to keep your mind on money (T H U G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Nigga 1993, hooked up
grow on trees Unless you coming up blowin' weed while you smoke on tweeds You see money makes the world go round Makes the price of living go up, chances
been introduced to a douche I guess you said fuck footloose, and got pussyloose No juice, you shoulda dried up, like a prune-a Mister mechanic this place needs a tune up
to rhyme, too, I climb you like a stepson No weapon, but I got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towel Snakes in my file Shit, I'll sit down all stand-up
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your I wake you up and as
'mon) Fuck yall niggas (Let's go) Couldn't live the life I live Why's that I could die any minute, I get high every minute Fuckin' with snake niggas,
All you loud-mouth bitches talk too much And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck I seen long-hair bitches, workin in stitches Her hair ain't really but two
you're in a bed snoring Four in the morning, up breath yawning, you might not see me, Can't prevent the world tourin I'm nineteen and I'm exploring, I'm rising up
up [Incomprehensible] one of my teams and try and move it up If she's done she'll probably give it up but I don't give a fuck, pom pom forget what? Over
stash up Git it, you gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up, backed up
I don't care what it takes, I pull out a gear Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat Junction Get two thirty
't even stomach this Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon Six-double-0-west nigga sellin' rich roll dellin' Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo' fingas up Two
I feel like just hit the rock bottom I got problems, now everybody on my blocks got 'em I'm screaming like those two cops when Tupac shot 'em Holding two
That was in beetle's but a snake try to spill a score On my pride I'm in my Cammy We bust at cointelpro we creamy like Fuck that we Creamy Spies tell
