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"I wanna tell you a little story" but your ears refuse to hear my words struck down by your impatience you've blinded yourself with your open eyes
For wes (rest in peace shining boy) where there is no meaning there is no understanding a knife through my head it hasn't hit me yet that you have
So you don't shoot up and you don't smoke weed but it's suddenly okay to do the deed follow your thing around all day and night looking to get laid
Just get away! I cant deal with you today my thoughts are the only things that I can trust and they're losing credibility I don't need this right
It makes no sense to me a room full of wanna-be's just a cool-contest where nobody wins shelling out money for that which hurts you and let's not
, "Bet!" I won't be happy til the dancefloor's wet I ain't no rookie, I'm a microphone vet Evil E's on the set, hit the deck! [scratching "be easy on
(feat. Crooked I) Let loose on 'em, yea, let loose on 'em Hit the Deck. Crooked I and King Tech [Crooked I] I spit impossible rhymes, full of philosophical
Bet!" I won't be happy til the dancefloor's wet I ain't no rookie, I'm a microphone vet Evil E's on the set, hit the deck! [scratching "be easy on the
All alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes Palms is wetted Dawns regret Never the walk miles for love I sit at starters deck It just happens I
the crack game When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this Blow your dome, I hit
Yo Rich man, these girls ready to get busy? Ah man, you know they on deck Yo, what's up with they men, though? Come on, men squares, man Can't no square
A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'" A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin' You hit the deck
Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension The nardi to steer with Alpine deck
Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire, duck from the gunfire Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I commence
got the whole club nodding like the yes man Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants She on a Jubilee call me the X-man [Gudda Gudda] Okay tool on deck (deck
Stacks on deck, Patron on ice And we can pop bottles all night Baby, you could have whatever you like I said, you could have whatever you like Yeah,
My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome When I hit the club everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I