one who should be pointing fingers, don't you see, but you're too kind Someday this alarm of mine might finally stop its beeping but it's not likely Go, go leave my alarm
falling down When I finally get these feet back on the ground In the sunshine down on my face Braking through Old things that were once lost now are new
ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my
to the sounds, that are vibrating your speakers, please do not be alarmed, It will not hurt u at all, for it is the real, 4 all my real, niggas, and bitches
! Steppin to me, with them dirty feet you'll get defeated like Kunta Kinte, I'm kin to, align crew My great, great, grandpap done been through so much it's in my
of it Where you are not human, you are not human" But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm Nobody there 'cept for the birds Around the New England farm
thangs to prove it Cross with the Mack, in fact, my game's the truest Now I'm on the highway, doin' it my way With Street, Illegal, Meth, Roc, and Doc
Lil' Scrappy] My brain has taken in too much pain I'm bout explode first and then take names But its cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed I learned to
back their apostle's fossils and crazed right A rude awakening and but now I'm alert And that's right down my line of work The whole brotherhood new
ignore my pain (ya) now lets pretend like i?m on the stage and when my beat drops everybody goes insane (woo) okay and everybody know my name and everywhere
record deal, to renew my pain Now let's pretend like I'm on the stage And when my beat drops everybody goes insane, okay And everybody know my name (
, to renew my fame Now let's pretend like I'm on the stage And when my beat drops everybody goes insane (Okay) And everybody know my name (B.o.B) And
few letters Dreamin' up these stories of these whole new adventures Like new Louis Vuittons on the new Cinderella Check your sense of humor on the new
't know Look, this is real talk I swear it's all true I'ma to lose my mind Don't know what to do I got a little story Excuse my accent But listen up
get these lovely ladies wrestling in bed with me, While my girl was looking at my face the whole time And what she spoke it seemed as though she could read my
sold Rhyme like vinyl, 20 years old With the mic in my hand, ringin' alarm, singin' the songs Bringing the calm to dramas so hard Too much info, been so instrumental Potential, exponential, my
blowin' the spot Lord My chick is buggin', she trippin' My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my
the hood ambassador Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me Plots to my death, mic jack conspiracy Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my
