hold up! You better get your own style 'Cause we been bumpin' screw down here for a while! And when you see me at the mall, just me and my dawgs I'm
My niggas, Roc-a-Love for me Haters, make you think you can fuck wit' me This rap shit is like drugs to me Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me All Money
, partner, you can vanish Don't get put up in your place Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water You want '
That's me (That's me) And this Outlaw gang Gonna do a Outlaw thang Till we six feet deep Six feet deep (Six feet deep) Yo, make a move young homie If you
have you six feet deep, **** I give it to whoever want it If you want it come see me You know where I'm at if you want it If you want it come get me
on your mark And rule number 11, you pulled a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading I don't like you, you don't like me It's
, it's sweet Nigga, respect me When you see tha left hand bugging, nigga, respect it But if you see tha left hand busting, nigga, you're disrespecting
just acts Trust that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
got me thinkin' like an animal No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, yo What can kill you is what you don't know Okay check it, you're on your way
decomposed, and now you will go Back to the grave Once you needed me But now you'll go solo [solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath] Callously
kill me" in the same trembling frequencies. Propaganda screams "Have you forgotten?" In six minute intervals so loud that you can't escape them. But now I'll ask, have you
me" in the same trembling frequency we do. Propaganda screams "have you forgotten?" in six minute intervals so loud that you can't escape them, but now I'll ask have you
in Meridian, Mississippi And these friends of mine came up And brought me this real old book about John Henry And they told me if they let me read this
out, you wanna come? Kenny: (something) Ms. McCormick: Where the hell do you think you're going? Kenny: I'm going to see Terrance & Phillip Ms. McCormick: You can't, you
you at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (Shit, let'z do it... where u at?) I said, meet me at the hotel, we
here I am there; catch me if you can, catch me if you dare". At all th4ese moments, and all these daydreams, and all our breaths which dream idly into deaths, deaths: at
's a sweet trip to the candy shop Pow!, now it's a six feet drop For stealin' rhymes which is incorrect Of those who speak on how others are weak You
challenge me? What a beautiful day that that'll be You could battle me any Sunday through Saturday You a cavity, too sweet to even handle me I'm insanity
