Acres Home's dead at you, we don't stop It's Houston a hot town, we got it on lock Before the c.d. drop, it's already on the block And them girls,
a reason to doubt. And there was never a time I didn't look out. There's not a situation that we can't get through. There's never been a night I didn
I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it 'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor Don't make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a
a juvie case It seems as if I got people tryin to pull me down Red broads intimidatin insinuatin and hatin I'm a young buck, keepin on a young tuck Waitin
a hound Break me off or take a loss or find your ass in lost and found Praise a chop, raise a chop, I love breakin' down the dope Put it in a bad make
a taste, yaknahmsayin'? I'ma let honey take it away, check it It's a thin line between love and hate It's a thin line, it's a thin line (Yeah, uhh) If
blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe Fuck the radio comin' from the R O M E O Watch me throw like a fist
seen that hoe flip Its the a-s-s-a-s-s-i-n who am I (the assassin) Big ed be puttin it down like dat get your gat A-r fully automatic now whatch how
to me Can't hold a nigga like me down, too long And if you was thinking that, my nigga you dead wrong I had a hungry lawyer, and he ate the case One
army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get
wanna put they cuffs on a rappa That's why I'm limpin' off wit a freak and a lawyer Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week I could show you how to
I like a Swizz beat, shit already come with a hook, it go [Chorus] Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin, motherfuckers know me [N.O.R.E.] Everytime I
and ride wit a G Dallas ride wit a G, Houston ride wit a G Carolinas, Virgina, Philly, come and ride wit a G Memphis ride wit a G, Chicago ride wit a
by a bus (hit by a bus) death is sweet (death is sweet) hell sucks (sucker) Damien probably wishin I'd donate a f--k this s--t's chiller than any conversation
a couple [Hook] [Interlude] Tyler, here's some water man You seem a little tense.. how is The baby? [Verse 3] All because a nigga just don't give a
nothing But your heartbeat in my head And a photograph of My traveling friend And I became nothing When I found out you were dead When I found out I'd
shoulders and ears are all yours my dear. I hope it comes as no suprise. You've been known to say that you're a.o.k. when you're feeling sick(dead
A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color Hundred hues A rich Mandala For me & you & for your silky pillowed house A head, wisdom & a bed