so many go, I've watched so many change Falling victim of a trend and going back on everything Everything that you were Now you just pretend, that you
yo own You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya Tonite were gettin' closure,
with it Short Dog ain't changing, so forget it You can sell out if you want to, homie But I'm a stay short but funky Don't stop, just call it verse
time Everything will be alright alright Everything will be alright Get down stay up all night now Let's do this one more time Everything will be alright Everything
my blood) Cash and crowns (I'm everything you think you know) I am everything you ever were afraid of (a nightmare, there we go right there) I am everything you ever were
Family With Outkast, Goodie Mob, & P.A. now were +Gnarly+ like +Barkley+ Without Harley Davidson, maybe someday you will see Boy, we been done gave you
goin' to Romans - just so you'll read verse 3:10 Religious Pharisees - They'll tell you - They're very good That's easier said than done Psalm verse
what you want, you bitch! I ain't speakin' [Mack 10:] Shit, I gives a fuck what the next nigga think (?) gives a fuck how much bitch you say you ain
you make the call Now, I can blow your brains out, punk and act the fuckin' fool Or you can hand your guns over, and let everything be cool But know
steak is gone, you will eat the beans. And when you're out of beans, you'll chew the shoes off their feet, But you eat. Just picture me a?? a sweet young
worldwide what?? Everythings gonna be alright now Everythings gonna be alright Get down stay up all night now Let's do this one more time Everything
fore you miss this sporty shit whips your man senseless Them obese hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten bits and come up, like these sucker punks
mad degrees on emcees Everyday, everynight You fight for the mic, but you can't handle it I dismantle it, bust you in your head with it You know you can
off the block But don't let a nigga get got out the ghetto cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto is a motherfuckin no-no Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot
) We were born in this bitch, raise in this bitch Give a fuck less by the playing hating bitch (IGHT) [Verse 2] Now bitch do you really know what deuce really mean doing everything you
with the radio on And of course you love everything that they play Punk's not cool and it's fine with me We didn't want you here anyway You'll go to that