it hits me I, I didn't have a choice I'm screaming so loud I can't hear my own voice Just make it go away And I'll just focus on trying to breathe [
When it hits me I, I didn't have a choice I'm screaming so loud I can't hear my own voice Just make it go away And I'll just focus on trying to breathe
want shawty I'll give it to you Your world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and
down deep enough My head's telling me mad things like pick it up, let it off I go with my heart and my bag's packed, I'm jetting off Here I come, I'
now Not acting the same That's what your doing, d-doing, doing, d-doing to me Got me feeling light-headed, unsteady Feeling woozy, breathings heavy Off
You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the Dirtball And study peoples life styles Their general habits of living in their strange society
why can't you get it, we dangerous Came to get strange with it, bang with it Stop and get a little untamed with it Get the chopper like a fully' ya bully with
Who am I? Belo mother fucking Zero Who am I? Niggas Ain't Ready to Die Who the fuck am I? A born killer with no conscience Leaving niggas with holes in their heads
hard to breathe, trying hard to hold onto something that's real. Nothing left, nowhere to go, no open road it's washed away by swollen streams, Carried off downriver with
savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady aftermath clique You pop off the top it's like opening vats of acid Beat the octamom to death with
got Smoke too much pot Bones with ?chromes? twisted in knots Cold vein with thoughts Bubbling hot Stoned in the bedroom Writin' this poem Off the phone Caught a head
amped off booze wheelie with my ancle bruised on the block silly with a mint ?ellie? watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies that's me trying to wop vetti with
're not gonna recall That I burned you, and I can tell by 21 you'll be bald I'm off the wall, with all the off the head shit that I make up You need one
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good) So what's up with you right now? What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you? I'm trying to find out what
stop with the shit you like So skip the trip, and spend the night Cause I'm believing that the time is right L to the B we don't quit With the
trying to live a life That's completely free. You're racing with the wind, you're flirting with death So have a cup of coffee and catch your breath Oh
the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher We got the town locked With underground stock around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders We left your town with
hill was number seven silhouette [Chorus: Slug] (And with this) head splitting tears, cement breaking weeping for these people walking in their sleep (these people walking in their
