feel so respected The way you show me The way I feel get me so hectic Cause I don't treat you the way you treat me Makes my heart show what happens Skip
the bullet then bite the dust and wipe the fuss Do what I must, and what I must - is bust the bubble, or choose some trouble, for you So skip to my Luger
Come up off of that ya get smacked, knock ya bitch back Blow make ya go back to the way you use to act Get money, fuck the bull shit ain't nuthin' funny
And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga Don't spill, we use
they use it as a tool to make the WORKERS feel excluded Like the shinier the jewel the more exclusive the troop is Bullets don't take bribes stupid,
I sleep in I'm dreamin while I'm awake The miserable escape but theyre too high to ponder faith But who am I, to use their plight to illustrate a rhyme
briar patch dont chunk me in what kind of luck would I have then wait a minute man, before you put me in it, use the gun let you got a couple of bullets
and again Then one day Johnny screamed with glee "I got it, I got it, see, Unc', see?" "Now hold on," he said, "son, there's one more rule Use your gift
planned 'Cos Willie was a roadie with a rock 'n' roll band They were heads back, celebratin', drinkin' moonshine Heads down, here we go across another state line Tanked up and bullet
quick Come up off of that ya get smacked, knock ya bitch back Blow make ya go back to the way you use to act Get money, fuck the bull shit ain't nuthin
.. Gun ? up on my floor All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door Don't wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail if
to Tic-Tac, my style you can't catch-a Why? Let's see, I'm not ordinary Kind of impossible, unstoppable, brothers pop a lot of bull.. ..skip to my loo
niggas And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga Don't spill, we use
or prior Tire, all black, smokin' sacks, intended acts Caps get peeled back on gats that's stolen Gimme what'cha holdin', fuck all the bull dozin' Straight