Texty:
Hope Of The States Don T Go To Pieces

sand and ill earthquakes I didn't know this was the place I'd get my piece of the cake Or the piece of the pie, U N I T Y Every thursday night at the

Victory is just what I said that I can achieve 'Bout to be trouble, you scared, I think you'd better leave Hope you don't have asthma, ah-ahm, go ahead

the counter and say "Check the bags and let's fly!" "Well, whaddya mean, this is too much weight? "We only got forty-six pieces a' freight! "And if it don't go

People havin' memory loss, they don't remember I'm the boss You're claustrophobic, when I close in In on your men and your faculty, you wack'll be Out

for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My Magnum Force practice Operation Lockdown And don't

my actions, ain't no margin for error My innate features, leave niggas dismayed, speechless And please don't mistake weakness for kindness I fuck with old timers So don't

we chilling, but it's four or five pieces with us So chill homie, for real homie Cause you don't wanna die, and I don't wanna kill homie But I will homie

be trouble, you scared? I think you'd better leave Hope you don't have asthma, ah-ahm, go 'head and breathe Yeah, pull out your inhaler (go 'head and

't you see this state that im in? no one would notice nobody noticed cause it's me where it began beautiful morning, please don't wake me from my