a name We all need a little help to get on our feet again And we all need a little help but I won?t be taking it So bring on the rain Cause I?m so
for a name We all need a little help to get on our feet again And we all need a little help but I won?t be taking it So bring on the rain Cause I?m
, makin' the bucks and bring the heat So bake that it's shakin' your truck? (Let it go) Back up in it, you cats are timid Mad got the Axe and the track
. Maddam black, mistress white, Sabretooth fight night i can't stand the light. [Chorus x2] [Madchild] What you doing? [Prevail] Concrete chewin, On a track
pocket gotta rain on 'em, Such a star I saw Heaven's walls and wrote my name on 'em So comfortable at the top I hopped on a plane and claimed Everest
And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers And memories
like you assed out in the rain (straight up) Girls hold their eyes on the things I say 'Cause they used to catch, throwing down Gs on it We be stroking in the cab, breath on
lets take it to the top now to the top now baby I'mma take my time through rain sleet snow I'mma keep gettin' dough you can find me on my grind so
hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette They were done from the start Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another One
(verse) Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet
track and it's active fast thinking manic with air sealing tactics with coppers in day glo from freesty ling do jos there's no one you don't know so put on
then I will It's me and 50 Cent my nigga Live in trife, and thats real Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill Thats on for treal (?) I'm on
fast an chop an screwed your whole program Franchise was on your pink slip An you've been trottin bitches on your way to meetin Jesus Believe this, retreat is your life now Bring
talkin' big shit, holdin' my dick Bangin' on you 'cause nigga, this Crip I got so many tricks up my sleeve For you hoes to disbelieve You wanna bang, let's bring it on
's up Vicious We're just back up here in the studio dumping tracks Hard tracks, soft tracks, gangster tracks, weed smoking tracks We gotta kick a track
' down baby So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya Get on the mic and show and prove Come on, Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm Rain on
just keep on runnin' Keep on runnin' Tequila Sunrise It's another tequila sunrise Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye He was just a hired hand Workin' on
'm heading out of Alabama so you better think fast Wind is gonna pick me up now and the rain won't slack I'm heading down to Georgia so don't lose track
