existence, M E T, ain't no use for resistance, H O D I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts I
the utmost I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low post I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic I'm dope on plastic like Flex
heat on 'em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass screamin', "Don't blast here's the stash A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please" Nigga pullin' mad
Honey was offended by the pick up line If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me? Can I buy you a drink? Your glass is empty
as the smoker Cause I'd cut off and smoke all they hair and if I was a Serial Killer I would sleep on broken glass and thumbtacks and I would smoke mad
chuks Them texas plates will make a sexy face bum rush Stacks on deck pockets lookin like Sun Trust I chunks up the south side when i pass 84 glass cops
existence, M-E-T Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts I
you chase you down Let a hundred rounds race you Now you went from brolic to a facial [Raekwon] Yo, ayo glass tree house Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a green house Rush
means I'm soon to boil bootie Your bootie, your bootie, the butt But still you think your royal Are you mad, are you jealous overjoyed or over zealous? Hold your glass
The strike against the stream hopelessly believing they might swim Here they all come rushing down again Here they all come rushing down again Time has
hoes that take care of us, my team's spoiled like bad meat We rotten like bad teeth, roll with mad heat TV's in the rearview, with armored glass seats
taxed N O rated, rappers you no made it Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold plated This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter
Don't rush the lady, POP the chardonnay Let her know the gentile manners you mental Meanwhile she's wonderin whether the in was out No doubt, tip your glass
use for resistance, H O D I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts I shift like a clutch with the
C's fiancee He said daddy loved her, and would marry her one day Her name was Angela, damn she was fine I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind
UK, Buy 5 bricks at a time, $22K He send the Euro's I send the Puredo Now thats the real meanin' of a "Foreign Exchange" He smiled. Duke finished his glass
Free from the start - Left to depart - Finding the pleasure and the pain in his art. Lost in the hush - No need to rush - Time waits for him, him who
M-E-T Aint no use for resistance, H-O-D [Verse 4: Redman] I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust, The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
