's a nice little diss to whomever whom Come against me and I give you one of three picks: Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass kicked Bring your whole
home, yeah With twelve little pieces of me California I dreamed I would find Some kinda sorta pick-me-up I got twelve little pieces of my mind Twelve little pieces
is us picking up the pieces that we find On the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clear When will we wake up? Failures are mounting as
Now you never feel independent. And everything seems so hallow Cause after work, where'd that smile go? Better bring it back tomorrow. Now, pick up the pace and you might make bar close
mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all
He's a nice little diss to whomever whom Come against me and I give you one of three picks: Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass kicked Bring your whole
could not be found So I picked up the pieces Tried to mend my broken heart 'Cos I don't mind where you go Please don't come around call this your home
No I can't I hear you walking through the halls And I know you're not home The thought of you is all that remains I wonder if I call would you pick up
where the hell where headed To the cemetery where the answers are imbedded on her tombstone She?s home She stopped running I finally caught up and was
but ya'll ignored him I know a planet made of porcelain And once I get tired of holding this gavel up Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again I ain
So if you drop I test that, fragile as a crystal Will you get mad and go pull out your pistol? Or will you be a man and pick up all the pieces And put
I was downtown Christmas shopping Such a busy city street I don't know how I noticed The piece of paper at my feet But somethin' made me pick it up Instead
my byzletine Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded y'all can just parallel park, when I open up
I laugh ?You wanna battle??, is the type of question you should never ask Nigga, pick a tougher task, see who the fuck?ll last Whoever lose?ll get a solderin' iron up
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up
dug her up but I was 'posed to Spent all night by her side to be close to her Caught her all alone in her home like I'm 'posed to Tied her up with cords
one hundred dollar bills came home with my champion cock cut all to pieces some home made shine made my vision blur and I carelessly tied up a pair of
writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE