to spare Got condos to build Schools are failing Communities in crisis Build something new And forget the old WE BELIEVE? (1/3 of the) houses
you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything
Shh,sh,sh,sh,sh dont talk about me.Guess whos back romey rome, richy rich, and yes i got my own line of clothes and kicks flow to sick to hard to fix
charged Filthy rich, Lord built to be large I'll have the city sick Pullin that silver shit out the garage Under the sun with yo chick gettin a massage Chorus Verse 3
in rap? Nah, B, but u can keep hopin 4 that [Hook:] I Get Crazy, [x4] I I Get Crazy I Get Crazy, [x4] [Lil Wayne:] 1, 2, 3rd Floor Hospital Bound
[intro: buddha monk] Hahahaahahahahahahahahaha Once again it's the God buddha monk Representin the zu 1-1-2, 4-4-1 franklin av. Peace to all my niggaz
that I fix I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, 'cause [chorus] [hook] [outro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty bastard)] 1-1-2, 4-4-1 frankin av
that I fix I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, 'cause [Chorus] [Hook] [Outro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] 1-1-2, 4-4-1 Frankin Av
(one of those nights warm beer, cold women I just don't fit in) It goes 1, it goes 2, it goes 3-2 red dog in the hoodie too much "person" in your "ality
[Verse 1:] Everybody up Let me introduce to you, a man that herd of who you thought you knew, give me a couple of seconds just to prove to you, you never
to dispossess your b game What's with this chilling eating kibbles'n bits There aint enoughf street talking the globe, I can't fix Get it? I'm sick with
hours for it. drive around, just stop and go, i gotta reach my destination. 1st gear, 2nd gear, 3rd gear, roar. winde it out and shift. there's violence, poverty, sickness
slick Every other sentence is, "You make me sick" Back in the days I was your number one pick Now your heart's hair-broken and that's hard to fix
I'm numb as fuck Yet some prefer the hum and others tend to suck the life out of the crux like 1,2,3,4 and im a hug dummy hug the hungry pull the lever
you and clap your hands come on! Chorus If you do for me, I'll do for you If you do for me, I'll do for you x2 Verse1 (Brandi) (hit me...) Don
need a fix (pick up your sticks and beat on my drum (uh oh))x3 Boy i said it before i'll say it once more Boy i admit I need a fix (pick up your sticks
the narrow road Ayo, that's it from me, Plug 3, and Ali explode! Verse 3: Q-Tip When I rhyme, the effect just ripples You sound sick, I hope your cells
act together No matter what the weather Now I'm sittin' at the bus stop waitin' like forever [SKIT #1] When oh when is the bus gonna come I'm getting sick
