You can huff and you can puff but you'll never destroy that stuff Finally, I see why, I suppose... Kid, you better change your feathers cause you'll never
the mud or your words will blow away like dandelions in the wind. Separating you from your life, taking you from everything you know and the ones you thought you
tone n they like "hey ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo..." few remain prone to spray straight shots with blood stained glocks n a face of stone to melt
for a raw meat bones upon the metal sick upon the circle down upon the carpet down upon the carpet down below the parapet waiting Your bidding pig upon
a raw meat bones upon the metal sick upon the circle down upon the carpet down upon the carpet down below the parapet waiting for your bidding pig upon
hardly ever And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever If you don't know shit then you still know better Human life is so precious it could never be measured Have you
for forbes alone I do it to break the walls if I fell off then let me know people [Chorus] It's funny how life can go First you ride high then you might
sick While y'all be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hit And who I'm with don't matter, cause I'm gone handle my own Got them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA
.C.] Holdin it down down down stoned down bustin rounds Dub, Ghetto rich nigga since bow down Squad down, Sendin flicks to my niggaz locked down Doin dolas in streets wit my ragtop down
mug It's a deal gone wrong And your bound to catch a slug While you're shooting up Your local hustlers shooting them down And now your turning tricks
all night) Oh you don't know what they can do to you Spirits in the night, in the night Stand up now and let it shoot through you Well now Wild Billy
steak You ain't even a garbage can you have faith But when it turns your way before it turns away Gotta turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay You
of the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest, you
and unknowns. Hanging hat, banging sack, slanging with guns on. Forced to drop the folks or you gotta run home. Or you gotta run anyway after you drop
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds) I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I