mad cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood and said
your buzzer, pull your lever Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head Pick a door, one, two, or three It's the same behind every door, me There's no escape
old Whose earnings must last through the winter's cold By children who have stood with their backs bent down To scrape the roots from the grower's ground And mothers
you Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood
buzzer, pull your lever Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head Pick a door, one, two, or three It's the same behind every door, me There's no escape
: (juicy "j") One cold winter of many tales Trails of blood left in frozen snow A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow I turned against
they say that money is the root of all evil but the root of all evil is the only thing that feedin my people drug deals goin sour niggas takin blood
(juicy "j") One cold winter of many tales Trails of blood left in frozen snow A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow I turned against
heads on the block would call ill Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways When I spit niggaz cough up blood