way past closing time Songs about free thinkin' and drinking sure light my fire That flame leaves a scar on my heart like an old branding iron She said
's, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I'm nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin' with they backs out
it iron to iron? Do you think like me? Does trouble just come up? What is the sickness that growls like machines in your gut? Iron boots, aluminum wings
more than real Niggas ain't supposed to feel, Hot Nicks ya know the deal If you read the resume, gives a fuck what niggaz say Timb boots to pave the way
Bloomingdale's, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out
eatin' T-bone steaks in palatial estates, ornate with gates that automate so those you hate could only spectate, I was kissing my mate through iron
minds they lying I am only a fighter in the form of a writer in the form of a poet potency in the mic I blank out then I approach it turn me up and I
If you are what you eat, and eat pussy, you's a cannibal And stopping me, is what you cannot do Either get in the game, get out the way, or get ran right
It doesn?t matter what the heck your need is We keep it live way past the weed fizz And we ain?t rocking not Jesus pieces But ironically we are the Jesus
then see who represent Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis Niggas fifteen, sixteen, seventeen Slangin' iron from that Josephine
knows the county will If the city don't bury you baby....Lord knows the county will You made your last mistake....You going way out on that boot hill
hog ready to brawl witcha hype man, retrievin the mysterious mic stand [Ryu] Yo, murderin the first 12 Monkeys in a face-off the top Flip my claws out
that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out I guess we got something in
Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out I guess we got
Shoot out in that 'Nolia Knock ya head off ya shoulders [Juvenile:] I ain't about no playin When I'm comin' get out the way Gun play, bussin' a nigga
and mope rock but I can't shock my hair up (I ran out of stock) and just like that, frontalot ran out of talk it was tragic, unheard of, never seen, me: out
way it go down nigga, slow down nigga Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it