, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate I'm like
you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the LOVESONG! Who can stage as soon as
But the bankers tell me, "No can do" I'm facing problems way beyond control I'm talking smooth but I'm deep in the hole, now Tell me what I say Sounds
nigga who cares you can die too Around here with that flossin i'ma try you Verse 2: Al Kapone Trick i ride for my city I die for my city Put your m's
, gold rings) I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin' to tell you the story That soared me from livin' poorly to a modern day Cinderfella I've been a killer
my gold rings I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story That soared me from livin' poorly to a modern day Cinderella I've been a killer
out there, I feel some But doubt they're capable to take it where you took it to I missed your wake not 'cause I'm fake 'Cause I hate to see somebody
side of the skully, popping they top I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green Getting
. And I'm thinking, and I'm writing, and I'm rapping, and I'll fighting all the layers of green apathy clogging up the zone. Because I'll analyze your world, I'll analyze your head. I
seeds. Yo, I can't stand no ecstacy. Cocaine made a mess of me. Beer and booze are now things that I use to do. Don't misconstrue, I'm still abusin
cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
't know what you've been told Real niggaz don't stay on they go Can't stop until I get there you know Won't stop until I get there keep going Bury me
C.) But I say it's MANDATORY! My story ain't that complex Two forties and a Rolex I rip, I rock, I roll G I trim my hair with the Flowbee Got soul G
time that I spend I come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grandpop, Pop Duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green shit Sadie, taught me the
he just won't stop and They wonderin, how this nigga stays so hot Well it's a combination of five things I live by I don't speak to none of these bitc
t know what you've been, told Real niggaz don't stay on they go Can't stop until I get that you know Won't stop until I get that keep going [Verse Three
' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets Green like slum change you know what I'm sayin'? Front