Is this it at the top? I didn't know there was not a ceiling Or that the air up here was so thin I just want my wanting to stop I know you warned us
s worthy competition everywhere that I go but ain't no messin' with cleveland or chicago Ballin' through the hood in a Murcielago Or Gallardo, or Ferrari, or Diablo As long as
' niggas, poppin' enemy. Drop 'em. Me gotta get 'em, kill 'em before they get the coppers on us, and you know the bitches want us, but as soon as they
is deadly as slugs Got you swimming in the blood like sea creatures 'Cause you done lit to the land of the lost Where our straps looking as pretty as
hit wit the hot one From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never
Give me the mic and watch me slay them Those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off [unverified] Be missing me with that shit, putting your petty
wit da hot one From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... Eve Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never
wit da hot one From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake,
from my brother At least then you know that you up against G O D So when we throw those grenades you better be Ready, not iced out and petty Neckful
fat joint. - Soul - in your mental. (soul - in your mental!) We came from the bottom and rose to the top Like the cream in your coffee - burning hot! (burning
's Worthy Compitition Everywhere That I Go, But Ain't No Messin' With Cleveland Or Chicago, Ballin' Through The Hood In A Marcialargo, Or Gallardo, Or Ferrari, Or Diablo, As Long As
red-hand Answerin' niggas, poppin' enemy Drop 'em Me gotta get 'em Kill 'em before they get the coppers on us And you know the bitches want us But as soon as
down life will build you up and then burn you down step inside and testify you're starin' at you death but you won't stop to catch you motherfucking breath petty
machetes, petty shit you carry Can't scare me fairy, burn your obituary at the cemetary II to a casket, heads in bread bask', was dead when lead blast And burn
a body snatch Tie niggas up in the trunk wit them rats like a mac for owning scratch SpeedKnot's unstoppable muderin as many niggas as possible Makin
discerning anger hatred and resentment Bet you've gone catatonic yeah right on over the edge" [Guitar solo - Brendt] And the greed of hell Burns like gasoline No ransom for your petty
mouthpiece of the nation You close the doors beyond your petty Pain remains in vain we realize all the lives 24 hour eyes another world inside me singing as
