' ya, stop frontin' I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough death
chill Maybe a black face on a dollar bill I keep hope alive that I stay alive I think it's comin', I'm tryin' not to drink and drive A place where the death
in my face you knowin' me so horny, come on How I love you You all I got, you all I want, you all I need How I love you From day one to my death bed
Hey, say lil' buddy Come love, good god With your sugar brown hairs Girl my [Incomprehensible] Where you at y'all With my coolness I roll with my [Incomprehensible
why you got to shove Come on.. [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Excuse me while I school them on how to pay these dues Tell whoever jealous and want to slay me, cool
with that gun in your hand? I'm gonna go shoot my ol' lady You know I found her messin' around town with another man And you know that ain't cool, watch
the bull pin Riding on the black mag, I'm a cool kid Last 10 lemme get space like a movement Cream get the money went icey like cool whip Bullshit who
Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em Depends on the state if death is my fate, then cool I'm dyin
a bug a boo You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who? You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool Come on, come on, come on Yo who's buggin' who
're so undercover By the way that you was watchin' me Ooh, uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool
any son Go fifth to fist in the mist they'll kick plenty rhyme Give me mine and you can have the rest or feel afraid of death And the pain as the rain
the Prada Faggots probably towed my truck you know how my luck Hoped in bleedin' to death turned left Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death
that ass uptown Dump yo' bitch ass back around your way When I'm in one of those moods I can give a fuck I mean cool, run and bungie jump off the fuckin
fuck, Nummy-Num gonna go ahead an drink his self to death, nigga you wanna chop it up wit me, go through death yoself, I ain't tryin to hear nuthin
block it ain't nothin' You the man nigga, now stop frontin' Ha ha, I like your style Nah, I like Yo' style Let's drive around awhile Cool nigga Here'
're sick as hell Jolly good fun, you'll die dancin' Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths 2 Live Crew