in my cipher stay mute My wisdom is sword justice Chop off the head of those who can't be trusted I'm signin' off as I let my knowledge be born Sharp like a
m in the zone, do anybody got a zone? I ain't your poppa, but Daddy is a Rolling Stone Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on Unless it's on a
life just seems to be slipping away Thinking about jumping in the sea I'm gonna keep praying Everything's gonna be alright Keep praying Everything's gonna be alright About a
was sewn into full a grown tree With fruit as leaves, only to be chopped and burned I don't think there'll ever be a remedy for my disease As tears
machine and a bad toupee But he brought out a beat-up Strat And blew us all away He was born to do it He was born to play Like there was nothing
One day when Heaven was filled with His praises One day when sin was as black as could be Jesus came forth to be born of a Virgin Dwelt among men, my
One day when Heaven was filled with His praises One day when sin was as black as could be Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin Dwelt among men, my
through I wan be a witness Send you respect into your ear that I'll be back Trust in the shadows I want to be there When the savage comes I want to be
Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn Up that ass, when I blast
born to rhyme, there's a shell and a nine Face stone and the cross, there's a bitch I tossed See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course You
everything I have gotta be wood all over, even in a Range Rover Im born and raised to be a young soldier call me a BG but Im scorin a key you know Im
I crawls from the mall Man im so fly no connections no jet lag ?Parvay? carat stones I break them off bad Im a hustla chasing meal tickets on a daily
I used to be a rolling stone You know if the cause was right I'd leave to find the answer on the road I used to be a heart beating for someone But the
had a feeler and a summer and I meet when I'm stoned Not fearin' a thought, got stung like a horse Don't make fun of my posse 'cause each man is a boss
going numb A bad trip child, rolling stoned keeping high He don?t know what he?s doing, he just keeps getting by Thrown away I wanna be Thrown away He?s born
low, hop like a pogo Walkin' down the yellow brick road with a dog named Toto Run from no one 'cause I might get a cramp Ten dollar stone for bout twenty
Jefferson's Cop a Lex, a Jag, a Land Cruiser and a Benz And a mafia of friends to dispose my foes Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a C-Lo Taking