Teksty:
Count Your Blessings This Is No Little Cut

scalpel, we need to make an incision This is no little cut, this is a big decision When you feel like you know that your life It's a big no Well this is

' fuckin' around Youse a little, bitch Youse a bitch ass nigga, smack your fuckin' skullies off You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin' lesson yet? Count your blessing

I hope im never that poor nigga seein blood, runnin Cant bleed cuz the shots took away half your tummy On your knees beggin Lord please not now Knock on wood, count your blessings

shelter you horny little pale raccoon wearing three chains And I'll give you some more stupid sayings to put in your keychains (chorus with variations 2x) [drums cut

verse' thunderclap In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe

got the Pac white tees But they love a little me they love a little me, they love little me I'm on the Westside of town A tiny little spot where it

where the motherfuckin thugs at? Throw your motherfuckin middle finger We gonna do this shit like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin

the motherfuckin thugs at? Throw your motherfuckin middle finger We gonna do this shit like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin

the place where the cook spits This is where I was when the bomb dropped Hiding from the uninvited onslaught I've seen people who don't believe in sleep count