ass is wide Thats why your ass just died on the passanger side... Like a fuckin ride...when it got shot up by a drive by When I drove by 5 times and gave
to get rid of some frustration, Or should I say a??shuna??, Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism,* Your face is numb, you're stunned, Your
to the true fans on top of that freestyle and ull get served on top of that all your friends know my words ive accomplished more than you will in ya whole life by
cause you mad outta order Beyond categories, another East side story Uh That's three thousand miles ago Cause cats are shook by past crooks Doin' street hooks too many freestyles
hold this mic Verse II You called me again called me your friend Even when I didn't call back ye still lent me your hand When I didn't have a cent,
Pullin' your pistol when it doesn't make sense To be the bigger man you figure But in the end it don't pay when you're livin' by the trigger What's the
into the realm of the sexual (K.C. Thomas) now first things first k-c-t h-o the m-a-s bring it to your face brother or to your chest I'm nice times
graves) adn the take the minds of poserless and knee it at your face, Man define minda frames, everyone is king, and the pressures of the world are crumbled by
your town Dip down, and show love You know what? what's up Shit, I'm feeling good now You better come and get me before I fall into a freestyle [technic
the chrome that I pack I used to chill on the West Side at The Dove Shack On Delta, helter skelter, have you ever felt a Nigga run through your ass like
south side.... dirty dirty.... south side.. ahhhhh [CHORUS:] It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south, It's the dirty south, the dirty south,
bust your head like a apple (A apple) And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that it's Snapple And wait around my way for your crew, who's next '
have a seat and keep your tongue in your throat And don't bother to quote one note Or in the mirror you kickin the verse to mine 'cause in the freestyle
my horse An' drag y?all across the motherfuckin' asphalt 9 outta 10 niggas is frauds You know who you are always talkin' about your bitches an' your cars Your jewelry an' your
I keep it cool, baby Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy as by the girls yeah they on screen love me double oh represent it til I'm finished as by GOOD Music and
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in That be scattering, over the globe will my vocals be traveling Unraveling my abdomen it's slime that
man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your
mending You know this moves through your endings, you We hold strong through suffering eyes, you'll see the fear within us die We belong here side by side