ill, some time's life might kill Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill Is life real? Yo, Akhi builds When life feels, like earth don't
nigga drive I'ma chill in the back I'm mashing and dashing, I ain't clashing my lac I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me Except the real niggas,
i Hot shots comin out my banana Got plans like santa anna Got balls like tony montana Trick or treat Feel my heat Hear my muthafuckin drum beats Don't
you don't believe I'll kill your shit You don't want You don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty You don't want You don't want fuck with me
on I said come on [Verse 1] They call me a jerk, once they get to know me But they don't stop calling, they read me well It's no work if I was phony,
m Hard. I'm paranoid, I'm far away from God. he can't see me. I ignorantly thought he caught me Dreamin, in comes the demon tryin to shoot me That semen
the candles don't stand Ice hang to my cock, damn near at my leg So bitches gotta bobsled just to give me head El Presedinto, dance for me why don't
, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (Shit, when I die I don't cry for me) (Just keep reppin' Southside for me) Nigga, you ride for me? (You ain't
, kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash me Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me You'd get bumped
kill me, I'ma sho' gon kill you (Chorus-Jamie Madrox) You, you can't, you can't hurt me now! (Ain't shit you can do) Ain't nothin stoppin me from
let this pen write In my cell it's just me and this dim light As my thoughts get spilled on a notebook They shot my homie and I told his girl don't look
, I don't snort, 'cause they say that bitch 'Caine killed Abel. I'm not sure you understand it, but I must express it, Santa Claus is on heroine, there ain't
Shoot, You Don`t Even Exist You Just A Fantasy, Family As Weak As It Gets You Ain`t Speakin A Bitch, Cause I Don`t Listen To Chicks I Don`t Argue With
a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and, yeah Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke Call me crack, call me coke, call me
don't you look at me that way." Because she loved him so, she said okay The girl who loved the man who robbed the bank At Santa Fe and got away
going to fall Taking shots with the caroling crowd Stupid song sung way too loud And they're getting dumber all the time I really don't see why she'd
Damn, ladies and gentlemen I got a secret (What's that?) Somebody told me yo' ass stink Don't blame me Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four Huh,
I Hot shots comin out my banana Got plans like Santa Anna Got balls like Tony Montana Trick or treat smeel my heat Hear my muthafuckin drum beats Don't