1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
in ya trunk sound like an opra Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster
ya trunk sound like an opra Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster
Most of really was for the hell of the fun On the carousel so around I spun (spun) With no directions just tryna get some (some) Tryna chase skirts, living
really was for the hell of the fun On a carousel, so around I spun With no direction, just trying to get some Trying to chase skirts, living in the summer
Thata??s why we say amazing; thata??s why we sing amazing grace (I cana??t move without it) I cana??t live without Your grace; thank You for Your grace
don't give the kids the chance to use it They're always more than likely to abuse it Everybody's talking about the kids It's taking time for you to
For these useless, twisting of our new technology Now there is no sound, for we all live underground, yes we do Living in virtual Insanity Living in virtual Insanity Living in virtual Insanity Living
all burn This hurricane's chasing us all underground No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget No matter how many lives that I live I
farms, man it all looks the same Miles and miles of back roads and highways connecting little towns with funny names Who'd wanna live down there, in
crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side Human lives has to pass just for
In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga So if niggas want to bite the sound
others In this cold world - the war that's controlled by the trigger Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga So if niggas want to bite the sound
down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds
got all my boy's mugs Can't use my phone for the damn bugs I live in privacy, don't like suckers hawking me News reporters, some think they can talk for
t stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you