Hear the world call my name You could be there too Because one things for certain baby Whatever happens I'll be here stuck on you Stuck on you I'm sittin' down on
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you just quit the contemplating 'Cause I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth A whey you want come dis When you know you nuh fit You better move you
't going to bring me back Now could it be the southside big baller Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn I'm going up on my whole thangs And stepped on
what the future be like Curse words on the TV and radio You wanna see sex, turn it on HBO Late at night, you see women freak women Sex sale, that's
foot on the world when I'm behind in my smoke I'm behind in my smoke On the back burner You can just simmer around But on the front burner You betta
the way home While you stuck at first base and It's like havin' relations without the penetration Basically doin' nathin' you a waste of space and time Always chasin' mine is how you
so beware and keep the lights on I wanna write the songs that right the wrong, right on Ridin' the light so you see in the dark So deep you gotta be
to pop up on the scene, just got some drank from that boy with that bird, and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, now you know we gone, goin
a wish that used to be a duck but now you're stuck dumbstruck Trying to hang but you can't swim I think you're fucked You traded in your blues for boom
'cause you're stuck You're like a Thanksgiving turkey an' it's time to be plucked I see you're nervous, purpose, that's how I know you're soft You're
crew stuck in the game A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me The door was locked, top lock stuck, bad luck Come out the elevator, K-tone,
, I cut, you die, I get off I'm crawling up on the car trying to rip the moon roof lid off, out there Bitch, turned the wipers on hazard lights and blew
cut You die I get off I'm crawling up on the car Trying to rip the moon roof lid off, out there Bitch turned the wipers on Hazard lights and blew
It Wickid) We Like Cartoon Serial Slaughterer's On Our Records, And Its How We Ajust To The Pressures Of Life, Let Our Music Do The Killin' For You You
s on then it's on, If you want it then come on If you want beef its right here, here, yeah, yeah If you want it come on, nigga just say what you want (
on intelligence And changing like them elements If you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on
fool nuthin can save you You crossed the line boy you slipped Nuthin' to lose, shootin at your friend as I'm poppin' in another clip You try to scream