motherfuckin airport bathroom tryin to suck the dicks half the people on the beat and shit Now what is this world comin to? Who lookin out for the children
even picture god eaten by gray dogs He stayed in his world And he sidely sweard To tell the truth, that DeVon was like "Your out of cure boo" Wisegod
understand Came heaven to warn, I'm repping the lifeless Weapon of Christ is, you run out? I'm steppin' in Check with the seven deadly devices, living the real world
cars Is it him and those twenty inch rims, splittin the tar? An amazon woman from the stripbar God, it varies, Halley Berry, stars eatin hard cherries This world
Yo, head lost, sippin' this limbic framboise Spittin' it for like whoever demand the answer What's the cure for this hip-hop cancer? Equivalent To this
gotten to be A little bit out of control, the monotony A little bit out of control, the monotony A little bit out of control, the monotony A little bit out
Crist' Why them bullets have to hit that door Why did Kobe have to hit that raw Why he kiss that whore Why [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] All that I been givin' Is this
medicine man Not bad poison if there's something to soothe It's a whole other world in the palm of your hand Out of this world and out of your mind
fake I.D snake I be wit venom aint no curing like hiv. We don't need no medication you can buy this virus come and try this killa style yall hits
this world Is anybody listening? (Is anybody, anybody, anybody listening?) I'm alone in this world (Oh my) Anybody listening? (Hard sometimes) I'm alone this
it Hypnotic hypnotic My style is just hypnotic My style is just hypnotic My style is just hypnotic My style is just hypnotic My style hypnotic, hypnotic, hypnotic And we out, we out
need I been deep up in this game for a century Now I'm makin' major moves and stackin' paper is my motto Different day, different gear, hoppin' out
You ever seen a brother or sister who could cure a disease I hadn't but I wanted to Show the world that nothing's impossible if they can believe They'
You buy a khaki pants And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones Some of the
'm so sorry, please forgive me Who do I pray to to straighten out this problem? Straighten out this problem, straighten out my mind Straighten out this
[Intro] [paper crinkling] What is this? This was written for you? You want me to say this? Yes, I want you to say this Stay out of the wonderland baby
warfare [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is in critical condition And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a