won't let me go So I'ma drive slow Hide my fro I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all Last summer y'all I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall Grabbed
- Mikill Pane) Little lady, your mind you've made up your injurys you can't hide with make-up you need some medical advice, you make up a little lie
Why? A frightened man is chased Everything in it's place They wonder why the spirit does Backfirin' in your face Breathin' down my neck Big brother's
and I stash that I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap I traveled the world, and been a lot of places Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home
pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending Peace to the God, pour out a little liquor
my brother About this woman and her rapture But the train shot into the darkness before ever That hammer fell - and it's Better to breathe out - better to run than to hide
got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang [Verse 2: Pastor Troy] My head gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff, In this land of little
. I wish the house was full of gold- I wish a lot of things... [BAKER'S WIFE] Why, come in, little girl. [LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD] I wish... It's not
never find a place to hide I need you Sometimes I feel I feel a little sad inside When my baby mistreats me I never never never find a place to hide
[Slug] Hey man, you remember Stephanie's little cousin? Yeah, a little feminine motherfucker Used to be scared of the football, yeah man Nah, nah I saw
, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never been better Plus my fourth to the tenth letter rip Heads quick, youre little chick, that deliver get a little
ain't no finish line to this You got to give me mine, I really shine, my given time is this Live and die by the grind driven by the fist Where do you place
, just the present flow When the greetin' place is the G H E T T O Lies are pointed strong into your skull Deep within your brain, against the wall To hide
(Intro) Every three years, an ancient ritual takes place here Every three years, an ancient ritual takes place here (Madrox) I communicate with the
woods! And mama you're running too Oh! My mama, you're running too Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn I can't hide the dirty
Did you ever gave a damn in the first place Maybe it's time you had the tables turned 'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
hot hot sun Tomorrow Papa's gonna turn 'em into mon They call my Mama Rita and my Daddy's Jack A little baby brother on the floor, that's Mac Big brother
, make it lose, we can prove That we're for real this time, we got nothin' to hide We can work the room, make it boom, turn it into A place where the