the fuck out of my way This song goes out to everyone who's lied to my face My heart is filled with hate I'm making a difference, I'm taking a chance
you When my walls came falling down? You tried to hide You stood close by And didn't make a sound! (Say something!) Find you some paper And I'll go grab you a
were you When my walls came falling down? You tried to hide You stood close by And didn't make a sound! (Say something!) Find you some paper And I'll go grab you a
'm on a mission drippin' a fog An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased Some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor baitin' No hesitation to slice a
m on a mission drippin'-a-fog An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin' No hesitation to slice a
't goin' to respect that And you can sniff a snitch a mile away Fuck him in his ass and feed him dick, a pound a day Chorus 2x You a sellout nigga Bow
in there from the black side All the way to the white side Okay there's a bright side, a day that I might slide You may call it a past I call it haulin
a 300-M and grab grain There's some niggaz mad at me 'cause I got cash mayne I'm the future of rap-a-lot, quit livin' in the past mayne Remember flippin' with a brick
with the firearm Sick dialogue, words stick like iron-ons Crowd surfin and wrestlin with fans to a burnt out desolate man - guess who I am Flippin bricks from a brick phone, to a
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
your head, a robot with a sword But now he's looking at me, but what for? "Eh, wait a minute, I made you Get them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker
do is watch MTV Cribs Learn not to in fury the victim Purially stick 'em, break through your security system, killa Stop frontin', you was never a menace Never a
Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a Aight listen so this is what we ask of our fans (Look) If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass Hit him with sticks, bricks
grown That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin' how can I get My momma out the bricks
money in like 4 hours On a Benz with like 400 and horsepower And a chain that had Christ on it, a Rollie with a lot of ice on it A pinky ring with a
