We don?t want to feel feverish We know we stay humans Here in my heart! Right in my head! Ready to start! Punk Rock in my veins! Our music is
Either you high or sippin' that shit Wayne on I get top dollar for whateva my name on Go stick your head in a tornado -- brainstorm. I drop bombs. Flex
young Don, the heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill Cuzo, let me blow for my
CRAZY) And ain't a threat in my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY) Courthouse got my name in the law (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And they ain't care if my name Sean John
of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday night u know things change with time magic city
kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound (Ice-T) It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Hit a nigga dead
, moms you can basically just suck my dick This is a home invasion Yo, pops that shit you talkin' is noise Word you full of shit Check this out, moms, I said time bomb
F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme Everlast, get funky for me one time
] Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue N-ggas'll shoot n-ggas, you lucky it weren't you N-gga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof
high, or sipping that sh-t Wayne on I get top dollar for whatever my name on go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm black
up, yeah Spaceship, E.T.'s in the cut, yeah P-p-pop a bottle just to gettin' my head right Tell the doctor go and gettin' my meds right Monster, you
Oh, oh, oh Hey, eh, eh, eh, eh We been messin' 'round for a long (Long time) A while now (While now, uh) And you already know what's on my mind (Mind
-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne Better know the time of day in any fuckin' time zone
you plan to hit something (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad
hit and drop bombs right on top of that ass, wassup I like to watch my whole crew break bread We thug marraige, select chicks Give me this head [Unverified
's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you
hill taught me to make a fucking bomb So I started, I bought another tape The power by Snap made my cock and balls ache So remember kids to the head
a burger or chips Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford When I noticed out of the corner of my eye Looking towards my direction, your eyes locked onto my
