Lyrics:
gon' send in Bethlehem
What up, son? Nuttin but clouds and the UFO's
What's goin' down? Nuttin but souls as we open scrolls
I was born as a grand
and writin' rhymes
Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish
And his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat
Goin' all out to the fullest,
replay the shit I say
You can't find me box me or burry me away
I'm on the south west side son runnin down Casper
Bein chased by some thugs in a car I run
AR
Free Pazzio, Free Black
Miles I see you
Travis what up
We winning baby
I spent my whole life at the bottom
Now I'm aiming right for the top
I got
(Intro: Apathy and Illus)
Yea... Apathy, Illus
What's goin' on?
We on some CT shit right now
Yea
Eight-six-oh to two-oh-three
Forever
(Verse 1:
know what she sees
'Cah my heart's black, it turned me cold fuckin' with the streets
Where I'm from, you don't break bread, then they break bonds
My
taught in the classroom
But to us it's nothing new (naw)
You hear it on the avenue
Even on the bus, at a barbecue
It's spoken, by people of all
I was average
I guess we'll never know now
I've come too far to turn back
I'm goin' too fast to slow down
I know when you're in that place, I can
It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
Drinks were being served as usual,
And a goodly crowd was there.
When up stepped old
I got this, i got this little light
I know that it shines
Even when i feel like i ain't feelin' nothin'
Been in the gym, tryna work it out
Goin
a hitchhiker, goin wherever the rhyme take it/
Ride painted black wit a mirror on the side hangin/
Violatin, Cussin out def people in sign langauge/
Middle finger
no money out of nothin' (what else?)
I'll send a ho by the way
Don't wanna get low, but I invest in banks
I just peeled off on the 12
I can't go
shakin' niggaz knecks
Blood drippin' so bad from a cold kneck
What you figure when you livin' by the trigger
That's how it is when your fuckin' wit
on for ages
Just like a man who waits for ages for his wages
Cages are what my rymes are for fa someone simple
Got em on lock down pop'em like
You ever been about to fuck a bitch
And before you take her pants off you
Can smell her pussy in the air?
What about the hotels dawg?
Everybody been
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