No care, that's why I speak on shit to you parents out there Don't sleep on shit, raise your kids, come on you made the kids We got kids killing kids
bus So much for him to do He's got to hurry, got to get his seat Can't miss his place, got to rest his feet Ten more minutes till he gets there The
snow I'm fellin' Ready set to blow up like Mt. Saint Helen On your cord snorin' your flow borin' Sort of like channel 5 at 4 in the mornin' Adult [Incomprehensible] give up
sun come up again. Last week's papers and a pack of darts That got me through 'til ten. The ten fifteen's five minutes late. I really should just get
a hot seat To be quiet honest I'm like sick to death with you All these kids running around idolising you from graffiti on trains too kids tattooing
the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wastin' Too much time,
game is over, it's a rap It's a reezay, straight like dat It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map Ten years to be exact, still throwin' up gats
fuck wit B.G. Not in a million years, you could come and top this I wonder who goin do my beats, Fresh rock shit Give him five or ten minutes, he goin
(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm You know how it go, word up Ain't playing no games with these niggaz man None at all, man, no
like a baby on the way to his place of death Hate not being there, the minutes before he left Now I'm in the booth, ten feet from where he lay dead I
it I attack it that's why I'm gonna crack it Then selling the soul of little kids who can't roll I told em, scold em, teach em and mold em get paid ten
lock Fuck the ?wreck?, fumbled up the wrong time [La the Darkman] Yo, I clip the phone lines, cut the alarm, the pipe bomb Detonation, seven minutes
fuck up the game Kick in a door, icier chain Clean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard 'cause it ain't free Used to get work hard couldn'
, I'm amazin', original Asian Lime blazin', hatin'll get you nowhere, but get me Hotter than Cajun, spontaneous combustion My temperature's raisin', nigga, for days and days Minutes
I'm 24 inches above the gun creek Get these hoes deep, so you pack yo heat. (Ali) What up Spud? Up next representin' V.I.P. King Jacob and Suga Chi!!! (
He said I?ll call you Hon when I get there, Ten minutes later he was in the air, She dropped the kids at school and headed home, Walked in and turned
pulled his fist up, man he really wants to pound him He threw the one-two and he tried to ten-count him Like "huh, huh" You know these kids can't fight