Texty:
Off With Their Heads I Am You

you really want to dig inside my head Pull up a chair, I hope you have all night I'll tell you why I fucking hate my life I'll tell you why I can't

you I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) You look so deep You know that it humbles

you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask Word I bought

While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow Once I lock you up, you can't get loose You stuck your head inside and I placed the noose The mic

, clock me, cops wanna glock me Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't stop me Uhh, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof With

you more concerned about bein hard than havin fun [Busta Rhymes] Yo, wow Tig', I see you takin it there; you got your arsenal, huh? I think I know where

I love you like a raging storm And I miss you like I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me

I mean I fucked around, but you fucked the WHOLE HOOD you bitches still boostin' running round wit' credit Kim like Cleo about to set it off, and let it off

, and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show