where kings bury there loved ones, Sick, kids guard their crop with a slug gun, From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run, So quick, there's kids
house in the sands Was in the air we were both 16 then But you looked 23 sick in the one piece Dumb me had to take it to the friends? zone Up, up all
saying you lost your receipt And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete Then all your problems pile up about a mile up Thinkin' about a partner you can dial up
!) [Crooked I] Geah, spaz out, knock a nigga ass out Knew he had a paper thin chin and a glass mouth West Coast shit, seven-deuce glass house Got a (
, mama worked all day While her kids stayed in drama, doing dirt all day I saw the hurt in her eyes, picking me up from school Had a smart mouth got kicked
my knees (Chorus) Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up Allah, tell me why this world so fucked up Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up
this the repetoir We all went to war, 45 non-stressed Screwdriver's in the car Situation's deep, juvenile influenced by veterans up in the street Biz, now these street kids
Up outta there Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party (Turn that shit up, G) Oh shit, you done fucked up now You done just put to of Americas most wanted
make it 'Cause some bitch is in his house butt-naked and then he hung up And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a fuck That duck sold me out
tomorrow cause I might be a dead man I wake up in the morning, there's no food in my, fridge My momma give her '86 is cussing out her kids Age of 13 I
the Juggalettes with the big breastes... No panties on under their sundresses... Crossin their legs just to keep you guessin... And got everybody in the house stressin... You press up
I finger fuck her After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard [Tyler] Took karate, mommy told me "Tyler toughen up" Rihanna haircut
could get 'Cos I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more I can give you more Girl, I can give you more I can give you more 'Cos I never
the time? You're still having trouble in defining your own kind. Need I remind you, we all knew you before, you threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house
to switch Strung out ass, foggin up glass Tellin all the niggas that the bitch first class Smoke a bag of hash with the money she stash Tear up the
every time I needed something she just reach up in her purse And plus she'd always give me speeches on the first If I'm staying in her house then I need
Get up early You're still late And still coming down from yesterday I've seen enough to see this far And I wanna fail you all Soldiered on into the day