be the problem solver, if I Sell you a book nigga stick it 'Cause for every you check you slippin' they can call me flipper I only I missed a few niggaz
and that's for real I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack Smoking hay, getting blown I'm bendin' corners in my
I keep, I keep slipping away, My time keeps, time keeps slipping away, Like I keep, I keep slipping away, My time keeps, time keeps slipping away, Like I keep, I
Make this Reverend intense I'm flippin', I'm scrippin', I'm rippen 'em down, they be burnin' my church No lippin', I'm sippin', I'm tippin' my ground
pistols I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click Anyway, plus I got bullets in
s toothless. i was ?? before i do this. a nigga gone, i guess i see you at the crossroads, a nigga with an attitude, my name from last month i meet em
pop I'm a young little g and man I can't stop I'm non shalant, so I can't be detected And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it It's like
tub of KY to get my day by I like to celebrate, why? 'Cause I can vision Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate So every breath I take
rich commerce rain Though the voices I no longer hear speak Heaven's to blame so on that I'll abstain Best clean the church from my cracked fingernail
my pistol because I just can't take no more I get the gun and then get to running, just like bitches Bail out before the cops come, I can't go to prison
I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship See I was on my stay out chill shit The way Mouse kills
I sharpen my brain, Karate keep my body trained. I think of my brother and how the crack tighened the veins in his arms, Wish I could take the stress
', duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list So I laugh till I
most my life Done sold my soul to the devil I hope I die in my sleep I know it's gonna be a 187 Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
for most my life done sold my soul to the devil I hope I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187 Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome
ain't because I'm a bitch, it's because I ain't a bitch I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush I don't send my soldiers to
crack rib praps, take trips far shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods shoot the git, so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits i can block