pop that trunk to the 'Lac Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a
[Canibus] Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin
got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a fuckin disaster Back to the topic we on, it
?s gone, you think you on, you still hustlin? backwards Your topical norm a tropical storm, it?s a fuckin? disaster Back to the topic we on, it all started
Hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Every anywhere, heights, plains, peaks or valleys Entrances, exits, vestibules and alleys Windin' roads
, the Spanish bro 'Crucial Conflict', I'm 'Do or Die' with the flow, yeah Joe Pesci in 'Casino', you know Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road
cris but you cant handle the truth Dont wanna face reailty So lord accept my apology Please like when police say freeze And i aint do shit But im down on
had the hammer cocked A Santana rock Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam) Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill, Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on
on the beach, in the grass house Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house Uh huh I know what I'm doin, I'm on it until the mornin Hop on
she keep callin' me Big (And another one) And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit Got my feet up on
, So we?ll sing this till were dead. Please inscribe, on our grave that We did this our way.? I?ll walk along this never ending road, Searching for our
Chorus: Now true, yu see mi lay dung here with yu Mi sey my mind is on mi hot man outta town A boy caan tek mi fuh no clown Mi sey, yu tink mi love
Space is always getting bigger time just keeps moving on Take your finger off the trigger you ain't gonna shoot that gun Roads are always leading somewhere
...met up with my soul again on a cold dark road. it got tired of me a long time ago. (so I've been living alone) do you know what it is to be dead like
counter-agression. With every day that passes the assault on nature accelerates. For the industrial nations' excessive ways this world they devasate. Every biome on
seven This season?s growin' cold I fear that this could be the end And there?s no sign of hope We?ve got a crisis on our hands The junkie is trapped
the game so i guess I'm tha nigga to bring it back on top, yes sir this is the year no looking back lets make it clear, I'm on the map, wanna know where
all got our bad habits, We have beef and had static the streets had frantics Becoming some crack addicts They underground by 72 inches abuse and overuse of roads
