I?m not tired, I?m exhausted. I think this time I?ve finally lost it. If anything ever happened to you, I don?t know what the fuck I?d do. When you get
Up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head Straight to the white meat but the street stay red But this girl gave me head for
fuckin' with mines A nigga, God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with
pay for big fame The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up But it's my J O B, I gotta kick it up Another damn reporter on the line with a word
hands behind you back Bow your heads,if you will please I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall Watch your head roll off like volleyball So all you motherfuckers down with
'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for
Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With
[Intro] We're live in five, four, three, two, ONE! [Big Tigger] Welcome everybody, you are "Live in the Den" With Big Tigger hangin out today with one
He began to play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with
Muslim, sleeping with the Gin Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who're you going to tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off your a-- because
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors and jumpin down elevator shafts Searchin for
all loaded up, catch me wit the glock Pussy muthafuckers don't want no beef Trip niggaz down to their platinum teeth Chase you in the house with the
, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million Why? I get the Buddha heads bugging Shit, I should be four mil' and better for
bag it was filled with paper I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper 'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops What
cheddar since I took my child picture SDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with
blocks and sing-sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with
