me find that pot of gold Lighten the load Green eyes that satisfy Carry the weight of the land to the sky Meanwhile, they cry I can't die I can't die
, at night I hear grown man cryin' You know I'm spittin' mine, I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in I
own kind I ain't give a fuck He gettin' his so I want mine Young and with that attitude Somebody finally gimme that I ain't give a fuck how I got it
sober when I speak I call it catchin' bullets with my teeth You can feel it in your chest Like Bruce Lee jumpin' on your vest But I can't feel yours
dope boy I'm a dope boy with a guitar Tell 'em if they looking for me I'm on the road to the next city Ridin' with the dope boy Dope boy with a guitar
to sell more records than me boy I can't complain boy don't say my name boy I'm like a run away slave I'm off the chain boy I'm bout' to jet boy straight
hustle I'm cool on the coke, I don't want no trouble I got a felony, I was caught in a bust Got probation, they can't stop us I got two gat cases an
pockets fat I make a lot of money and it ain't no lie I'll probably ball til the day I die And if I didn't, so what? I bet you I'd still come up 'Cause
-one six To hear my Sammy on the mix We flipped the belt, I felt the rubber burnin' See I was yearnin' for the moment Man opponents couldn't stop me When I first heard AC/DC I
what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't
me while I laugh Yo, I speak at schools a lot 'Cause they say I'm intelligent Nervous cause I'm dope If I was wack I'd be irrelevant I'm like the dope
children Even though he be eating like he Silician! (whooo!) [kids ovation] I sweat brilliance, I shit genius You on fire till I come by you and extinguish! I'm distinguised! - I
*rain and thunder* [chorus x2: sauldin] Now I lay me down to sleep I, I pray the lord that my soul he keeps If I should die, before I awake I, I pray
wack, can't get with the pro-black Program that's designed to educe thought Rhymes ya bought keep Panthers taught Punks stay put skinheads are flatfoot Keys are played as I
live once And I don't know about y'all, but shit I'm on mine Like Don Trump, Black Ted Turner, totin' burners Open dope spots on every block Jumpin'
get by Just wanna hold my son [my man] but I can't leave my house until I load my gun I gotta grab my sword and when I die I got some things I wanna ask
I can't complain boy don't say my name boy I'm like a run away slave I'm off the chain boy I'm 'bout to jet boy straight flex boy I'm about to round
I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin' ya Don't mind fuckin' ya, just like the Governor Used to be the dope man, rolled a hundred spokes man When I come through
