Texty:
Raised Fist Some Of These Times

, sick of you all the time ( I'm sick of you all the time... ) And some of your shit, reaches my evil side And I can't deny, some of these times I wish

you, sick of you all the time ( I'm sick of you all the time... ) And some of your shit, reaches my evil side And I can't deny, some of these times I

[Verse 1] It's been a long time coming but now I'm back at it Flipping the script, from balling back to gansta rap classics You know that shit that hit

of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman when you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin and them shots firin all the time

is my life hoe Never gettin' twist up, bitches I done mixed up Mad at me now 'cause my man want his dick sucked Raised, turn the bricks up, born wit my fist

, watch who you fuckin wit Still put it down in the town on some other shit (Not that undercover shit), that's not me I bring grips and raise hell for

a beat White rocks in a vial, nigga, ain?t got nuthin? on me Bitch I?m free, ask these editors at MTV Far as they know they?re publishing some new school

flaunt pussy so hard it gives the average kids dick tingles but who can keep ya sick with cuts to clot ya ego trip beats that hit and speech that spits raise a fist

y'all suckas wanna get some of these (Crack a *** head, we'll crack a *** head) You young punks need to walk off in silence Bump into me and experience some