against these streets where I roam -Wasted yeah Invading the space of your dome of your home -Wasted In the fields we live and die our minds gone Wasted yeah Wasted
nigga's Out this motherfucker nigga, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit The chronical, psycho, brain bender busta Fucker, sucka ass punk motherfuckers Tommy the talent tucker, calico conseler Daz the real
kill that sucka *gunshots* [Verse 1] Creep up on yo funky ass, yeah I got a careless nigga Blast four times to the spine, now a dead nigga Broke out, my bank real
mind God bless it Hit it from the front or from behind Get naked I'm horny, baby, don't you waste my time Don't mess with Psycho alpha schizo Tech N9
[Apathy the Alien Tongue] I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, this haste The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her lips spread on my face As I speak in
tongue Shouldn't say so much Talk so loud No sooner on your lips It's all over town In all our given days How many gone to waste A good man has been
yea) All in all it's all in my head Verse one: big boi You know it's that high guy, from east p.i. Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me Boi
can get wit that, you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangstaz at, it's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks
Cops are found dead and to no surprise And get classified wasted no lie They come and invade the wrong life And only the strong survive so they die They
The simplest shit ain't plain to see Chaos floods the life on these streets Took a wrong turn on burned concrete And now the enemy dies for free Real
muthafucka shall be a life-taker We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides Terror strikes under streetlights and grow More out of control and psycho My realm
mind God bless it Hit it from the front or from behind Get naked I'm horny baby don't you waste my time Don't mess with Psycho alpha schizo Techn9ne [
get wit that, you probably won't get wit this click, cuz um, this where the gangstaz at, it's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks, Suave
yea) All in all it's all in my head Verse One: Big Boi You know it's that high guy, from East P.I. Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me boi
this motherfucker nigga, they ain't talkin bout shit (Verse 3 - Kurupt) The chronical, psycho, brain bender busta Fucker, sucka ass punk motherfuckers Tommy the talent tucker, calico conseler Daz the real
