, most wanted by Feds Lock me up, your little ass copied up Had the whole East Side looking poppied up Hop in the Porsche Cranberry frosty sauce Deep dish
devil on a dish I only ever wanted the one with the flag But all you ever wanted was a sixty dollar bag And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
instead On the one to one combo told me you'd die for bread That's why I spend these nights, cryin' in the bed You had the deep dish six, your rep was
S WAITING TO GET FREE SHE'S WASHED A MILLION DISHES SHE'S ALWAYS MAKING TEA THEY THINK SHE'S JUST A MOTHER WITH NOTHING LEFT INSIDE WHO SWAPPED HER DREAMS
waiting who's more than a friend Best wishes and dishes I'll send So So long, I'm on my way And may I say If I had this much love so deep true and strong
up)*repeated in background* Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at Unlike any place I ever been at The home of big gats, deep dish
She's gonna get herself together When life hits you like a truck, you gotta rise up (riff 2X) She got a dead end job, but deep down she's got dreams
block radius I throw more blows than boxing Dr. Octavius [King Syze] Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner We the quality of deep dish
hoodrat Chorus: Bitches ridin on my bit Niggas hit me up and shit But I'm from the Eastside Where the niggas do or die Representin like a dream Cos Circle's deep
heart, but I'll be there beside you, With lots of love to give you (love to give..you, you) love to give you love to give [Verse One] It was a dream
up quick with a flip flow flow and then we introduce you to Mo!... (Bone Thugs) The niggas that reignin' supreme Hustled to conquer our dream, dream Forever
devil on a dish I only ever wanted the one with the flag But all you ever wanted was a sixty-dollar-bag And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
to hear cut swimmer like it's a movie [Chorus: followed by talking] My words run deep like a skinny girls cut From a habitat to battle raps, 40 ounces, and blunts Deep dish
your publicist got betta connects and I don't 'give a damn' About the fuckin the spot that you rep and I don't 'give a damn' If you roll 50 deep for
Rude goon: I'm just "Robbin" like Baskins Anthrax a real boy like Osama Been played, I been beat, I love drama X-Man on defense, the street shit Riding up in deep tints & deep dish
that like to cheat death and I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up Excursions til there is no seats left You shit out weed checks and fart out deep breaths
cheat death And i'm one of dem niggaz that rip up excursions Til there is no seats left You shit out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths While we toss
that was just a dream And this is just a theme, no rocks still squad on a cut and bleed Man, you must have seen How my tires on my deep dish, like mustard