' like the only sinners left alive Livin' on the outside Livin' on the outside (hey hey hey) Livin' on the outside (oh, yeah yeah, livin') Livin' on the outside (yeah yeah yeah yeah, ooh) Livin' on
get the point, Life cannot just be the only option left, The only thing you can count on in this world in regret. I don't want, Peace on earth, I just
work It's the same thing to me He's got his mother's eyes, his father's ambition I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him I hang on every word you
promo shots ain't props I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops On the mellow, coolin' with my fellow Hustlers, players, super bitch layers Mackaronies on
Some super bad, a super bad brother, ha, heh Super bad uh, come on dance it, come on Super bad, jab, good Lord, super bad Mercy, huh, let me hear ya, super
, and I'm super Hey I said I'm super bad Bridge, come on Slap it down And round and round Up and down All around Right-on people Huh, let it all hang
always say I'm happy If you try to hang with me You should find it's true you see I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady When I'm on
? Jorma: No. The game's on. Kiv: Oh, I almost forgot. I'll be right there. We like sportz and we don't care who knows From shooting hoops, to the Super
float Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just let us hang with you Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the breeze My partners on the cut smokin' swisher sweets Trippin' on
your fur I know exactly where You'd like me to touch you So I'ma feel up on it, touch up on it Kiss up on it, rub up on it I know that you need my
, I know you've been waiting all day Just get rid of those clowns and I'll show you the way Stop hanging around we can paint this town Until the lights come down on
- (You'd kick my weak butt, anyway) I'll watch you on the evening news. It's just that I see you next to zero- It's so hard lovin a super hero You're
to be made, guess im on the paper chase You know i love ya babe (you know i love ya babe) But u know i gotta go, keep your number on speed dial Man
a bon bon Quick sand bitches running out of time Got my shades on, I aint waiting in the line Whatever it is I'm on some better shit All black barreta
on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, So I step to the DJ and tell the DJ "Yo' throw the wax on" How many MC's must get dissed?
China Men Rice Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights Hoping everything gonna be aight St. Lunatics at the Super bowl, top row gettin' super blowed Rams on
in tha club gettin' crunk You in tha club gettin' stomped We in tha hood on tha block You in tha hood gettin' shot We in tha hood on tha block You
that? Damn, I'm the shit, it's like I'ma nigga they be bitin' my dick Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks Go on y'all can have my flow
