So what happens when the heart just stops Stops caring for anyone The hollow in your chest dries up And you stop believing So what happens when the
I may not hold you For as long as forever exists I may not know you For as long as the heavens permit There will be distance And we'll both have to
clubs in fine linen (Preach on) Hopping in them, ill whips with chrome spinning Malice was true to the game for 9 innings We love sinning but now I answer for
some are artillery specialist Never the fuckin' less I get pimpin' naturally Everly's comin' up out of regions where muhfuckas is needin' MJG To speak for 'em prentendin' to see for
spread'em the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for in plus a muthafuckin
more Muttering I got up weakly, always I've had trouble sleeping Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing once more I there hoping for
a brick or more So you got snitched on by the carni-whore Show off or show ass what these guns are for Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for
) Verse One: Erick Sermon I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers Don't udder because my style is buttah The roughneck, green-eyed, funkdafied For
, I'm immaculate, come through masculine Wide-body frame, E-Dub's the name, whoa In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly I should be in the sky with birds
when you walk The way you look, the way you ride when you workin' them thighs The way you licken your lips when you look in my eyes You down for me, I'm down for
- Was just a youngin' with that fresh fade, Bird chest, legs skinny, That hoop dreaming had me tryna be the next Penny, Fresh pennies on my feet, Momma paid for
yeen ain't fucking with us I be tripping off bitches when they holla at us With the mind frame they gone get some dollars for us This a health train come
Seen the laws make a left so you know I bust a right That's the d-boy detour switchin up my route Check ya resource invoice the bird in the drought Got
skizzied out Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out We kidnap for trap - blackmail for
freethinking individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life. An independently funded organization called ("Stop fucking downloading music for
haters steady callin my name Im in this game with the birds have you fuckin heard comin down knocked off a pint, what the syrup witha gallon lookin for
know I can't afford to stop For a moment That it's too soon to forget I know I can't afford to stop For a moment That it's too soon to forget Man, for