] My attitude is shitty When I aint got no motherfuckin money When I'm hungry And can't put a damn thang in my stomach What's frustrating I'm havin problems with my
's My house had asbestos, though I'm fixing up a 60 pack Where the kitty cat, mice runnin' around the damn sticky trap Come on home with me, where my mother found my
Die Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad Storm Did I Mention My Fast Flowing Lately Its Got My
throw up Uhh I said bangin in the cpt Come on check me out [ verse 3 ] I said life ain't nuttin but bitches and money Blast get the cash live my life
, Watch it suffer and die, And I'll never get out of this life alive, Drenched in blood with no alibi, And the crowd goes wild at my demise. Through this bottle I can see, My
, Watch it suffer and die, And I'll never get out of this life alive, Drenched in blood with no alibi, And the crowd goes wild at my demise. Through this bottle i can see, My
13.2.60 I work as an accountant And my dream job would be to be a pilot This morning for breakfast I had half a grapefruit My favorite part of myself is my face
buck] im in the porche no pants and stuff fealin like a filthy rich drug traffica see cant nobody get me shit i got my ass on that interstae made sure my
After 29 years On the stroke of 13 I woke up from my life Like it was all just a bad dream My get up and go Had just got up and split After you
to the face with my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin' back Loungin' with my Cru above
in the mornin' and ain't nobody up yet I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride I'm diggin
and gentlemen I got my **** in my pants, **** in my drawers Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws I got my **** in my pants, **** in my drawers
much about my daddy, Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain't a racist I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13
about my daddy, Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain't a racist I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13
my lawn I feel cats, be able to flow in the oasis Louis the 13th, no more nigga, taste this The life I live I can't escape it face it, iced up roly to
you are until the end of all time i hid my face in your dress to act as my disquise to hide the face that in 13 years i would see my own damn eyes
Now that we broke up she be callin' ya boy a hater Cause all I do is use her for glorifyin' my Maker My treasure's up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction
't make it through the night Asking god to come take her from this life And forgive her for her sins and the taking of her life screaming (AWW MY LITTLE
