off my mind Complete the potion, homicidal blindness Gotta buck with a mission to violence To please the silence Hear the whispers of my fo'-five, disturbed
gon walk again, side by side CMC till I die When they setenced you five, my heart died Two loves niggas Uh, Irv Gotti, yeah Jigga Ha, my nigga O Live fast
triple my smoke screen Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene Out of state, switch the plates, canib on run dunn Sped fast, rub on the
your very small amount! Having a blast in America! Life goes by fast in America! Romances last in America! "Sexually harassed" in America! Hits from
not them These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him This is more like cocaine all night Shine like the new five halogen fog lights, no More like sunshine
you can kiss the whole asshole If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if we don't play they show They don't play our hits
critics, you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Beef with radio, if we don't play they show They don't play out hits
, sip crystalle on the Cayman Islands Uh, got gay niggas ready to switch, like Ravano Turn that mob nigga to snitch, true player to don From Veneddinni, five
fast for me to beat And as I walk toward him, we both grab a forty five Maybe I will die today and he will stay alive Like a hammer somethin' hits me
can ask my ex-hooker. But now I'm on some new improved shit, making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate. I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five
? Don't get me started." [Dwight McClusky:] "Dwight, you call me Dwight." [Jack Scagnetti:] "They've killed a shitload of inmates and guards." [Dwight McClusky:] "Three inmates, five
Big Mouth, runnin through motherfuckers backyards So I, grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me Lick shots hits
Gary wide open, he deLIVERS! YES! Gary Payton hits the three... aye caramba! 15 seconds to play Detlef with the baseline J Up court fast break invaders
hits shit, hence the term killa Stop lights are not at night, it's where you get chopped up If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might Surroad through and fast
in gold, but hold the legacy Destiny, to the death of me, roll with Killa Bees [Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia] Metropolis ghetto politics, mob hits Thug logic
', and runnin', and runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks. We got five minutes for us
', and runnin' runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks. We got five minutes for us to
