shit to me Alone Someday I'll be gone And this all forgotten With these cold and lonely words Someday I'll be dead And this all for nothing She'll live
You talkin' that slick shit But I jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or
ask me for fuckin any I'll break a bum off but you niggaz can't get a penny When I was broke, I stole my gold, I pawned I lived the life of a hustler
move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone
love Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a shrub I don't condone, I got kids to relate to 'Redman Gone Wild', hear the new debut Fox fired a nigga
everything that's invisible gone? I need to know will I still feel pain or will it be ironic? Will I chill in the flames for all the ills of my brain? Can I
toke back i got 5 on it nigga lets go half on a sack i take a sack to the face, when ever i can, fuck a crutch i be smokin that shit till the joint be
gone with the wind And every night the dope sold they desired Last one hired and first one fired Fixed in the mix, and I couldn't stand still So I win
be hurting my head, Vibrating my bed, Tingling in my leg (Bridge) I won't let you go, You're my prisoner, Even if you return, I'll be gone when you
I break now I lay me down to sleep I do this shit in my sleep, I'm sleepin' now, as if I was awake I'm champ bitch, I'll never taste the canvas Could
, c'mon I'm a drama setter, gripping my barretta, sipping Armaretta Man, you crazy if you think I'ma let up I told you I'm a drama setter, I'll be the
em with a rhyme, or the bottom of my Nike Airs So quick son pick one, you don't want me to finish or I'll quickly take you to 1950 and do you like the
you'll be looking for your life my nigga I garuntee, that you will lose it (cause I'm a motherfucking fool with my hand tool, and I'm not afraid to
hard to take this bad news to spread around Now I'm about to let you know what's up now You'll be like "That's what's up now" I'm Black Thought, I'll
's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it
with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed like al Qaeda I bomb like jetfighters I VILLY ON ME A SLEAZE Superly set worlds on fire And this
