Music, music, music The blowin' of the wind If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast Your
, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool
bugged out Might look at you and slice you Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop Who the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in Allowed you
in your skin Let my savage in, you deserve it You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it! Don't go I never wanted anybody more
Baby girl, I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy You know what I'm sizzlin? Ol' boy, I know I aint the only one that know you could
, I'm a memory They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me But they're ain't no fear in me, get it how you live That's if you hearin' me then
be the sniper inside of the foxhole Data, scientifical, not just the typical Waste matter my third eye expands my peripheral See I, only attack, savage
Die] I'm gonna tell you bitches on the wall You fuckin' with individuals Nutty motherfuckers Straight from the ghetto motherfuckers Smellin' blood like a savage beast Tear you
is a true story, check it out though Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my
wen I pass the cops Who's as bad as a savage ock (ock) You niggaz brag alot, talkin bout you brought raw You'se a ball hog you ain't never pass the rock
to go And you don't stop, stop I said, I'm sicka than your average Keep three shooters like the Mavericks Short to the point like Nash is fucking wit a savage
Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Balley's and Henny You ain't got no Henny, get the Remy You ain't got the Remy any cognac'll do Smooth criminal shit, baby Kaiser
quits leave you line quick And cause you to die behind shit, mathematics Master 120 I'm Aziatic, I'm amazed with magic Cousins with loosen that made me savage
X] If you need flames, you need this If you resist, you need help Third degree burns, the heat felt Blaze when I know that it's on, what you thought it
/c now maybe I'll scoop you up, You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone
on Sunday's on the wine Is you can't calm the savage beast (Never) And I can make your birds rise like geese K-Mac tell 'em, you sell 'em, I swell 'em
you 7 Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget about you 8 Ohhh-ohh-ohh 3 All the hustlers 4 C'mon, that's right 5 And I KNOW that'll I never 6 Forget you 7 Sprinkle me