the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye You two-facety, you can't face me And my rhymes you'll
my bed Pulled the covers up over my head and said "Oh please do something with Fred" He jumped on my bed, went through the covers with his claws Tried to get me, but my alarm
't the clothes that you're wearin' Your perfume or the sytle that that your hair's in It ain't your body, how slim your waist is Your new jeans and how pretty your face
ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my
chin I know magic, Houdini woulda hound dog my balls Been known to cast illusions throughout Shangri-la walls I keep it bloody, me and my buddy beyond
run, son, when I drop the (Da bomb?) Mmmm to my bigga niggas Representing Gravediggaz, worldwide stars drop the (Da bomb) Mmmm, don't be alarmed Your persona ain't on from the three alarm
thinkin you can belt me up All up in my face talkin 'bout you gon' tell me WHAT I ain't gon' be the one needin my homies to help me up [Chorus] [Hook
Burna] Niggas on my dick, Niggas wanna come my way (hey o hey oowayyy) If you ready to ride then nigga make my day Niggas on my dick, Niggas wanna come my
to remain in my lane Or path or road, until the next one be sewed That the B I G, D A double D Y explode Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm
and aint shit change [fat joe] but the face in the poster [ja rule] the ice from angola [fat joe] give em a cold shoulder [musiq] pardon me darlin if i alarmed
of it Where you are not human, you are not human" But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm Nobody there 'cept for the birds Around the New England farm
And i guarantee my name's on the tip of your tounge like everytime You up in my face and you get so friendly And I'm turning my back and my ears are
I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a flannel for my face, Pajamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case I said to my reflection let's get out of this
out baby Word to Chuck Inglish Count my own money See the paper cut fingers My song is your girlfriend's wakin' up ringer Haha Or alarm or whatever
you can suck my wings Stand on my money headbutt Yao Ming Putcha hand in the oven if ya' touch my things I'm shufflin' the cards 'bout to cut my queens
it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music You know why my hands are so numb? No 'Cause my grandmother sucked my
& Tech heard me flow and it's sealed Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9NE's filled" This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit
