I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things into position All these things we'll one day swallow whole And fade out again And fade out
tonight And I'll show you magic What? What? Magic I got the magic stick I'm a freak to the core Get a dose once, you gon' want some more My tongue touch
it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out!'',
out the window White hatred's at the door And he tried to make me dirty Make me dirty make me dirty Touch her, someone, touch her, someone Reach out
nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, hate brought death
niggas is dreamin', schemin' on making a million Tryin' feed they children and police keep coming around And keep tryin' to beat you down, and take you out
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin' sell-out? But who's the one on solo shit and who want me the hell out? I'll bail out with a [
a brother's gonna have ta go Or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out And when I get out I gotta try
', ya, ya, ya Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck up out my way I
fuck with this Gangsta shit, for sure (Danger, danger) Check it out It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
happened touch it a lot of niggaz focued on they candy paints and that was in the grills, steering wheels and grand but I ain't trippin' out here, flippin
Ya Ya Ya Heavyweight, Got a bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck up out my way I be true
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death
Y'all niggaz is trash rap, wanna fight me? You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly Y'all little league niggaz is so bald they might be Spent too much time with wifey Come out
, they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death
touch it, ain't see it, ain't hear about it If it's money gone, believe we gon' care about Send some niggas to your crib, take the air up out it Leave
I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the garbage Is nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin about We cuttin you in, I'm cuttin you out [Chorus
I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the garbage Is nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin about We cuttin you in, I'm cuttin you out [