My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln" Have you heard the story of the hotrod race Where
up, fifty you changed Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar I think he's flyin' eight outta eight on
bit of pain On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think He's my first mistake Maybe you were all faster than me We gave each other up so easily
are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns But babe, you know, I still look out for you The cars were all abandoned on the city streets
caught you alone fuse blown unemployed screaming "That's why I robbed you", tired of the Medicaid, deaded by the car Novocain filled with lemonade, "You
? Don't betray me I'll put you on the streets and make you weak With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth And built you a home next to the
toast to the east coast, the stage is us Throw it up for the niggas that could, hold it up Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up The streets need
along this candle burns for you All along keep coming back for you All along this candle burns for you, you, you, you It's only been pain loving you You
my help, you'll have it all I'll build you back up for the fight You'll be so wound up your stomach's tight You're the laugh of the party, you'll get
Pennsylvania All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas You know the man who told me about it on the bus As it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania
war wounds on me can prove it But look how you made me go and show you I can do it I solemnly swear to hold it down for my homeboys Locked up and don
you heard you ain't heard this before So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you
on my block It's like a permanent eclipse The only light is gun spark Fightin on the premissis, that you want to be yours Catch your on the stairs, your
gonna blow 'em all up Who's mad? Who's crazy? Who's fucked up? It's about time I rack 'em all up More fire, more power More wound up I'm the queen of
on the glock Cocked back spit the bullet to split The walking stick talking shit, end up chalked up stiffs Keep on killing 'cause you can't stop it Hook
bills, every day flat meals Fuck this lifetime, struggling needs, stretch a dollar like a pack of Ramseys It's all that you can see, that you can be something when you
my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built. Grew up with a Jughead crown tilt and tardy slip. Be all you can be just never soothed us. You
so why are you running away from the temptation of my words Oh you donA't know what I could do for you Or I could put you through... And you donA't really
