who ya gonna trust (trust) Daddy, daddy drinking that Vodka and Rum (rum) Guzzling down that One Fifty One (One!) Churchless people are running too (Two!) Preparing themselves for the second coming (Three
before I hit one double O three Temptation, Kiss 100 or Flava Get off from school and take Ninety two point three But let's skip forward in time Seven years down
you tell the masses, you tell the cops But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a star Star; hey, write down "star" Write down "star" on a
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store But on his way in, he has a sudden change
i Yeah, it's already understood Ain't nothin Still the same old, that's all Ain't nothin change fool {Verse one} [Curren$y] Uhh Nigga for what? Get down
, harder Yo, 24/7, 365 if we ain't breaking them down Then we letting them fly no, never I, always we I came in the game dividing the pies by three
beep beep) Deep in coma shock When you awoke, it was hope Dry throat Choking off tools, being fed ice cubes Pain in you head Change of the bed Doped up
the door give it autobiographical point of pivot week and the weekend before I wanted power but all that changed in an hour movin over worlds when I
dropped a whole bag of drumsticks Ain't nothing But a chicken wing, so He bends down to pick up the sticks and his pants fall down (Dang!) In my face
kid to do a bid on fakers with the grammar that be blamma, back in eighty-three I was the Grand Fruit Jammer, but now I gets down and wreck shit with
support stay in court twice a month. - Light the blunt! D.A.! - Flees and flies he breakin' down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!) See my eyes, rolled up right now. - I'm facin three
my waist if they come opponent Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat And I'm floatin' to your punk part of town Anybody frontin' they better duck down
, three strikes and surely back to jail Like the slave ships when they sail Years and years of civil rights chasing to pass that bill But ask yourself, people have we changed
, money on the brain, can't stop the reign Chours: You can't stop the reign, when it starts to fall, there's no one else to blame, you can't unlock that door
that we spit on the mic whether memorize or the improvise You don't know now but you gon' find out! [?]... we be shacking doors open the doors so we
has a sudden change of heart And suddenly, his conscience comes into play (Shit is mine, I gotta do this, gotta do this) Alright, stop (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door
to knock down the block to Juggalo Love..... (Violent J) Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the house of horrors You born in a barn? Shut the fuckin door