Allow me, to break it down, ah Yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah Life This is dedicated to all my folks Diagnosed with a bad case of that proper upbringin' And
, go wild in the corpse cage Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports page Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave Fool, get
bad, never had reason to beleive now I simply thank you for this air that I breath [Lord Tariq] yo, you know people used to say this kid's really crazy that religion
game The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion
It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no no Anyway, if I make 'em, I'll solve '
Chuck E. Cheese chips or kung fu kicks, just a kids sensation So turn the radio on, press one for rock Got a cuff to get off, what's done is done Turn
get out you burnt You woulda thought you woulda learned me when my hair was all permed I think y'all bullshittin' with it dawg It's on tonight, get licked, get
Dez niggas robbing me, pray to God is nothing but a robbery I gave them all I had, so they'll pull they lick off flawlessly They yelling fussing, cussing
person or that person I got to rhyme for the white or the black person? Why can't it all be equal? Music is a universal language for all people I better get off
survival So I get my rifle and get trifled It's all fucked up...I think my minds blowin up (Chorus) If you can just, get yo mind together If you can just, get
carneys You niggas can't harm me cause you all know that We at the fuckin' dirty lifer's laundry (Tyler, calm down) nigga get off me [Outro] Fuck off
the Fillmoe division rap life living, fast cars driven, it's something like prison but this is how we listen, listen go ahead and bounce homie... get up outta here... get
y'all I don't trust religion I don't trust the police or the justice system Peace to erez the hustler locked up in prison See you when you get home We
name, fuck tradition, religion, you learn Jesus. Turn the other cheek, Inherit the earth, just stay meek. Fuck the way you speak, you try to walk, they chop off
When this industry sees it's demise Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyes The five factions gigantic the fuck up and get touched
'll get beat up if I criticize it You say you'll fight to the death To save your useless flag If you want a banana republic that bad Then why don't you
get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals. not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged get bruised knuckles and what you look for bad
. first day out girl aint you glad, six supermodels crashing at my pad. i should be a model jerkin outta goldbottle with some true religions jeans saggin off