on my mind All my feeling denied, (feel like) I want to die State of mind Don't know where I'm going on But I've go to get away State of mind
out of Atlanta by sundown Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle Half way 'cross Alabama The 'hound broke down
miles out of Atlanta by sundown Rollin' out of Georgia state We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle Halfway across Alabama And that bow broke
Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone
hit the highway with them drugs Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main $hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game State to state,
for a Badman This is the Badman's Song Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken
) Lemme give y'all the bullshit Hook for y'all niggas, check it out The burners in the stash, we about the cash We got females that got it like that The golden child's that bone
bullshit hook for y'all niggas, check it out... [Hook: Ghostface Killah] The burners in the stash, we about the cash We got females that got it like that The golden childs that bone
many pullin aint nothin'--bitch crime, gotta go purchase a dime put in a state to get down for da crime smokin da reefa to ease my mind, swig some wine
'm sitting on millions My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a caper I need to stack now, I will pay for my sins later When I'm living greater, the mind state
Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken Piles of guts, moist and steaming Tendons severing, brains are boiling Unburied corpses in state of decay Rotten
call, took the fall Broke the laws Not my fault that they're fallin' off Known as fair square Throughout my years So I growl at the livin' foul Black to the bone
the laws my mind mandates Patching jugulars with Band-Aids The turn on you laid well above my bed Were here and only barely through the shock Of what her broken
woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised land Working on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the golden state When the pilot told
upstate Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone So, see
