to walk this awful land. Deprived of human touch, we feast on tongue and human hand. My life's in shambles. My feet are shackled. I must escape this (
condemned to walk this awful land. Deprived of human touch, we feast on tongue and human hand. My life's in shambles. My feet are shackled. I must escape
I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now but I gotta make sure I'm right and girl you damn right, if your head right I'll be there every
the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
is glowing and I don't know what state I'm in And the river is on fire, there's chemicals in the breeze And all the roads are blocked off 'cause they'
I don't live in fear I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it The soldier could never
get his chain covered in ice I aint gon lie I did the same thing I wanted to shine 25 and had a drop Rolls Top of the line I came a long way from rockin
see the shine I might just let your ass slide this time While I get this paper, paper While I get this paper, paper Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need
'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo How should I get it started, f*** it, just get it started? These trash talking
sit your lil ass down) i got more south niggas than you matter fact no i dont, its just them south niggas know how i do i think 50 really wanna be you
lovin' this shit (Lovin' this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Bitch fuck you (Uh, uh) That's right I'm a rude
that bitch Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Boy foolish That's right I
's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be... the one they call Peavey I'm Poe as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a
God, I don't give up Back slap that ass Clap that ass Dropping body bags Glocks and mags Four blocks you fast Talk your trash Drop you fast Never jock a cat I
and prepared to fight Then all of a sudden I seen the light The time was right, the time to rock 'cause everybody knows, we're the new kids on the block
how hot I get I rock big in the summer, without missin' the block When I wanna get M, then I listen to Pac Scarface when I'm laid back, whippin' the three If I
Dirtman) I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit You never seen it before its all Ligitement Italiano bust holes to your guitano I