...i give up fucking worthless, stressed for nothing, going nowhere and gaining nothing, shit piles up it's to no end, everyday is the day i should have stayed in bed cuz...i
of finding so much more) But I'm never dividing the bread Bitch I bet I get the debit if I don't get the cred (I deserve) Throwin' westside up like
, another cut to move on Another beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom P-Dog comin' up, I'm
lettuce sandwich with a large water Drink it down until I can make up a Chubb Rock sound That will end all this, then I take the risk And if I fail I
can?t rank, bank or no bank I would if I could but I can?t so I ain?t gon? stop flowin? But I?ll put you up on this here 'cause you?s not knowin? Damn
set up To killers, you fake thug niggas shut the hell up I'm fed up so I develop the ill scheme to envelop These bitch teen seated up black devil vessiles
genicides In other words I apologize Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit But through it all man, I
know shit about the way things are set up. In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black
if I want you Only ask me if I must I've been blown around so long Don't know which senses to trust Oh no, but I know that I must Oh, must you tell
If I could have a minute please Then I'll bring you to your knees This contagious chemistry is killing me Oh, you'll never disappear Until I give permission
I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same time I'd like to come
Some days of party enemy, don't feel the fool I cropped So I just began to waisted because you ever tasted Get up the gente hypnotic I got they last
I look to the left and to the right but no ones near I feel this chill going up and down my spine when I hear it, what could it be all these spirits
wave it to the left, wave it to the right i don't give a fuck i got my two nines, they don't give a fuck said "who's down to ride? who's down to bust
that's what I'm talking about Ya see I'm coming with the healing plan Leaving my enemies running like a ceiling fan Now while the rest assume I
I go (What) Momma momma, I know I'm selling this marijuana God I do what I wanna but God they won't give me a job I scream and I holler and even tried
When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus" Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!) Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus" Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!) [Canibus] Yo.. yo.. Yo prepare
