simply have to put some motion in If it's a problem I know we can make it all work out I'll understand you Even when you try and fake me out C'mon collapse
to breathe C'mon! stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
my high price lawyer still hood like a dickie fit My words like a four forum page Hold on, you gone collapse like joe joe on stage if you, ever fuck
carry on, my head growin Gettin my Barry on, lead throwin With necessary while you puttin on a show for them hoes Gettin your Tyler Perry on, c'mon {"
on his bone Somebody beatin' up the block on fresh rider rims If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome Crying on the phone, hoe thinkin
We ain't got to put up with this brainless rap May your lungs collapse n' MCs are funny All you can rap about is pussy and money, c'mon Ain't no other
fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody
the pain and sufferin, the system done collapsed Wood is burnin, big construction's burnin, holdin on a pass Shattered glass the aftermath, tragic death is on
of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, a body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, a body rockin' A c'mon everybody Dogghouse
cupboard for a painkiller Uh, uh, uh, I need anotha painkiller They call it painkiller, lets it go C'mon, c'mon Painkiller C'mon, c'mon You thought you could take it out But the world collapse
fold and collapse My goal to strictly takin' over the map, by any means Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend Keep my enemies on a first name
love then it's on Slide out to Venice, my game's in order Would chip in to vent but the city's on water Searchlights and fireworks bling the sky A vowel on
backshot, sweat non-stop I really like the way she move, I'm tryin to say she hot She rodeo, she ride it good when she get on top (c'mon) She work it,
yeah yea) Yo bus a bus (Ka c'mon, ki c'mon) Yo bus a bus (Uhh) Rockin' to the beat (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi yeah yea) Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on
, peace, c'mon Nappy Love, lust, now say it, roots Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yea Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yea Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yea Do it, do it, do it, do
napalm. Leap over nations shaved by carpet bombs. Into the burning treasury and set the heart attack children free. C'mon pony, demand your rights. C'mon
never see The M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry Keep fucking wit me, so I brought my cousins wit me From now on they gon' be thuggin' wit
I'm Nappy to my Roots! [Chorus] [Big V] Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah! Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah! Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah! Do it, do it, do it, do it! [
