off the beach Their songs are hypnotic I'm useless and atrophied I'm sorry I came off the wrong way I'm better than this I'm better than this So I'll
knee Man I had a dreadful flight I'm back in the u.s.s.r. You don't know how lucky you are boy Back in the u.s.s.r. Been away so long I hardly knew the
his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! [Royce da 5'9":] When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the f-I-r... e Comin' out your
say i need help Who gives a fuck if i murder myself Im thinkin suicidal thoughts i shot a gay preacher I didnt do my homework so i shot my teacher I dropped
when I aim at the miscellaneous Ask me ask ask why why I'm the strangest Because Nobody ever wanted me rappin' But I knew within me I could make it happen
my knee Man I had a dreadful flight I'm back in the U.S.S.R You don't know how lucky you are boys Back in the U.S.S.R Been away so long I hardly knew
what you get When you play a country song backwards Well, I never heard it said quite like that It hit me in the face 'cause that?s where I?m at I almost
good, then I'm gone Even if we run the war, I'ma still run the raw You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four Double R and Beat Club, who hard
, I made Kane while Kane playin' on that little tape thang, I got my first boom box in 85' carrying that heavy mothe f****r I was maybe 5, or maybe
trouble) I said, "Double trouble" T R O U B L E Double trouble, that's what my friends all call me (Double trouble, double trouble) I said, "Double trouble" T R
and farms to fire to feed the greed of their Empire R'Vannith, R'Vannith, R'Vannith I cried As I grieved for the fallen - and wished I had died I heard
They still use the 'R' word when they discuss my neck CHORUS Call me a hillbilly, call me country-fried And I will not object Call me farm boy and I
blues alone I'm in the wrong business I ain't lyin' I've played these blues Now I'm full up to my neck If I keep on playin' I tell you I'm gonna do
(R. Furay/J. Messina) Bein' at most just a country boy innocent and all I turned my face away from the farm, on the city I would call Hey, what's doin
rent Then I'm a Cledus T it up and down the farm With a couple of barns a baby calf in my arms You know I hate to brag but I'll be tillin' the most Run
five minutes, rats sendin me notes Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down I don't know, but it's one thing I know for sure [Hook-Ali]
yo' bet Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast, I smash, I'm up in your house Chorus: 'cause I'm a hustler, 'cause I'm a killa, who
