a mac at night And blue and whites are everywhere in a nigga sight So come on, you little pigs, who's the bravest? Cause I'ma spit on your ass like Larry
you look around nothin' but soldiers Sickside do or die big money holders I know you, you got a chip on your shoulder Walk around talkin' like your runnin
you've fulfilled all your dreams They smile in your face and act like nothin's wrong When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs Why
broke ass could swallow these nuts and folks ask, tryna follow everything that reads up on your report you made, I will escort you to your grave Tryna
You're on fire That's how ya know your on a roll 'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold Your on fire Man, I'm so fuckin'
life spit on And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung Like r kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on More pain inside o' my brain, in the eyes
in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out, But I'm afraid, why am I afraid? why am I a slave to this trade? Sign that I'll spit to the grave, real
I know you can't stand it Dick Bandit done landed See your drawers handed Freak to get it y'all Game spit at y'all Put the bitch on the wall And I hit
Superman to a farm on kansas Now the world wanna see my story all on camera That's Magic Described by a Hater, That's tragic. Billy Shakespeare was in his grave
know how many fo'-five slugs your gut take a certified gangsta specialize in duct tape Show your favorite thug how to be a thug, top that nigga Turn your
wanna be (GONE) Another goner (GONE) In the game (GONE) Another soldier (GONE) In a grave (GONE) Bendin' corners (GONE) Finna bang (GONE) Another soldier (LONG GONE) In the grave (grave
high in a parallel universe Strange fascinations living in a world Where children are just spit on become greatness I'm antisocial, misplaced aggression I'm not your
send great inferno Till this day I write my journal Journal, urban journal (lord) [chorus] [killah priest] Dear heavenly father The reason why I stand at your gates holdin two revolvers 'cause down on
Don't you know the shit could get real when you wind up smoked? [Killah Priest] I spit volcanoes Twist heads, spit lead, then boast like the angels The
your head like the Charmin' Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts Satanically sacrifice your
s runnin' with your niggaz Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle Light it up like a candle just 'cause I can't stand you Put my shit on
cells get warm, I'm not a gentle Man, I'm a Method Man Baby accept it, utmost respect it and Assume the position, stop look and listen I spit on your grave