now time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last name is what got you a job you
breakin out the 12's Bet I have yo girlfriend shakin out her heels We shakin all deals And chasin all meals Im poppin all over how you haters all feel
all day We ain't joking serve it up, oh yes and the hard stuff Excess of the Zes make it sound right beat it up all you want It's a damn right, get up
em all let God separate good from evil You fagots do it for glory Y'all's just do it for my people I'm grand national built beautiful and legal Hey we
Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil You faggots do it for glory Y'alls just do it for my people I'm grand national built beautiful and legal [
up at a bright honeymoon 'cos it sure seemed built to last and even after my honeymoon passed i kept right on it man like a ghost to the house it
on, I'm not playin', It's cold! Alright, sorry. I need a jacket, Mom, look, My Tupac tape, I just cracked it, Ma, please let me back in, It is Two Pack
with it Catch your body's syndrome, most niggas sick with it And clap a nigga in the first degree Aiyyo, fall back, step back, we built to last Get back
fours Others are on the run with huge rewards Mothers watch son's walk through the door For the last time till they go view at the morgue Life is deep, we all
died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause
All Lost. A Growing Pain, It Is Hard To Say What Brought The Darkest Burden. For Some Of Us, There Is No Answer. Chains Are Breaking, I Regret This Built
Had a roundup camp last fall Oh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' irons And may be a dog or two And they swore they'd brand all long ear calves
do you know what it means to truly be outside last pick for everything no one even knows your name do you know how it feels to be rejected all the time
It's light out, your last song The world has turned it's face, you'll never find And it's true, you're dead broke It's light out, your last song Walls
I'm tryin' to hear I've been sayin' for years that the fakes wouldn't last You were jockin' that bullshit, now you look like a ass Get gassed in your garage of sickness
from missin' her (get over) And that love that built all of this emphasis spilled enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus (get out) It's easier to leave it
shot wit low-pressure water gun play Instantly slap your fire like it's Palm Sunday I fashion the first jewel from the elements, the earth fumes And built it
