my neck / while i?m standing on the bridge of dispair / my reflection in the water i?m facing / this world just fucking drags me down, gets me down, pulls me down
vet Chop shit down on your set and then jet And smash off in my soap box 'Cuz I'm down for the dirt And muthafuckas said it don't stop Now which one
't live it down, gotta live it up Don't live it down, gotta live it up Do you remember back when you were young? You used to knock 'em dead in their
got a gun shot a night clerk now they call 'm Johnny 99 Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop Johnny's wavin' his
of frightening Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt of lightning Striking you down 'cause you're fronting A dead leader can't tax your mind Therefore
sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet Head bandaged, insane Preachin' God's commandment, feel me I move through the dark rages and won't stop Til
bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington The Hidden Hand even planned this man Have me
, rhyme grippin that metal They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto I look at all that and it makes me sick I wanna grab them motherfuckers
I'm just a ghost 'cause everybody walks through me If I died in class they would probably say they knew me Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move A dead
of me I'm just a nobody and I think It's a drag But I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag (Chorusx2) [Stop, stop, you gotta think straight
down Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top Free money, and mad bitches non-stop No water, it's Faygo
halls I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall You hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class You hear me chokin' bitches up in the wind shaft They call me
dick hole is spurting up pink foam And I'm dragging my balls behind me They're as big as a mailbox bumpy and slimy Thank god I ain't dead yet My
me an innocent man But it was more than all this that put that gun in my hand And your honor I do believe I'd be better off dead If you can take
escape Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta Esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca, carajo, cono Calm down people, please, calm down
The man just told me, he told me on TV Do you think you're better than me Do you want to kill me or befriend me And the alcoholic bastard waved his
Ruff Ryders Got me, cause all them bees you stick on me Not one of em stung me And by my dick y'all niggaz is gon wish, y'all hung me Double 0 nigga and
played it cool Lift them up and down showie rum just a fool Cause he could of brung the police to get me Or even worse, somebody sent him to hit me
