shirt and their panties on stage So like every single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry Cuz they're back on
a short dogg that carries fleas You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch it And grab it like you want it The name fits 'cause your all up on
I'll carry the torch, feed off my flame Love is the hottest word for me it knows my name And your spirit cuts through me like a silent sword And leaves
rusted linin' of a deep neglected shell Hey, blenderhead You ask so many questions Your confusion's a life affirming sign Break from tradition and carry on
seeing the most brilliant starry nights Sticks and stones can break bones, words can't really hurt Unless you carry guns and are hungry for a fight Challenging the standards or questioning
Don't get carried away with me Coz I don't care if you want me baby Girl don't get me wrong coz u got it goin on But your takin too long I'm a 100% no
misread my words cos what I say is how I see our future baby, no question or no maybe A change has gotta come someday The way it was before, can't carry on
You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
guy that gave the guy a half a P; now the police is after me Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only knew Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit
on that hill 'cause I can't stop I'll be on that hill with everything I got Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost I'll be there on time and
got a couple keys I need you to hide 'Cause you a real chick One that I can chill with and bill with Help me get my hustle on, climb up on the mill with
on top of the world Yeah, that's how my seeds got me feeling' right now on top of the world Yeah, you ever felt like you could do anything, yeah on top
sold on 'em Gimme the cash, let me flash it through this peephole on 'em (Check it out) He got hyped quick, pursued in the tight crib Emptied on their
nobody till somebody kills you Check out the fisad On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car Bentley
all this extra stressing The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finally get to rest? Through this suppression They punish the people that's asking questions
hard life got me walkin' with my head down Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong? But I'll never get to know, so I carry on It's written for
full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no stoppin me Constantly movin while makin millions Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings Carries
the microphone Carry on with the freestyler I gotz to hmm, to throw on And go on, you know I gotz to flow on Selectors on ya radio, play us 'Cause we