tank up, dang near drank up all the beer we bought The trucks done covered up in mud, can?t see a drop of paint Down to three dollars, Lord a whole lotta hell
sticks and stones will break my bones and bullets wont reflect off me but words and insults only show the World how yall respectin me [Chorus] [Verse 3] All my homies aint my homies hell
Like David Carradine They can go fuck themselves and just die And eat shit while they at it He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world So go to hell
time, lord take care of jew jew and his mom please, take care of little jah please, take care all the kids please, cause through us they live. yeah, lord
a rhyme now The industry got pink eye, contagious, flows high demand Like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram, pastels is cute How you niggaz follow suits so well? These barrels encompass the heat from hell
Whole world want my demise Turn my music up, here me clearly If y'all niggas fear me just say y'all fear me Fuck all these fairy tales Go to hell, this
Watered, watered, watered, watered (Ooh) (Num num num, num num num, num) Is it hot as hell in here, or is it me? It really is a mystery (Aah, aah) (Num
thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town I didn't know a stage line ran from hell She had
leave it alone Don't want to hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
, what better time than now All hell can't stop us now, all hell can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now, all hell can't stop us now All hell can
well then Please bury me by my gran, gran and when you can, come follow me God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven Follow the Lord all twenty four
they just tight Beer drinkers an' hell raisers, yea Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? Aah, play it boy The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin Lord
Still run with a pump in my car and fuck who you are You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it
tryin' to rap faster than the master Oh Lord, could you save my soul? Nigga tryin' to go platinum around 40 years old The Lord knows we can do this
to this bitch: we beat him, and finished him off and he never came 'round here no more cause the nigga ran into yours-truly. Poor, and a nigga scored. Lord
luck, 'cause they be gettin' 'em Sendin' demonz str8 to hell, let them burn in hades Worried enough, we called in jail Lord bless our babies Lord pleaze
