There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve With every hack at synaptic gaps
There?s a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve With every hack at synaptic gaps
neck of the woods I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my
woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B nigga Uh, smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood
[Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced gunfire. Utterance of pain.] Pump your fists if you're with me. Pump your
year You can lose that camo and lay your rifles down Belly up and let's pull the trigger on another round Well, it's beer season in my neck of the woods
like a flash, yeah And trash, yeah I'm a big timer nigga, yeah Pull the trigger, yeah A player hater flipper, yeah Grave filler, yeah I be slangin' wood
grimy and gritty You really fittin to sellin drugs for another nigga Always lookin at me like your trigger finger itchin I give ya my best witness, when
m smokin' my weed with y'all Hangin' with niggas y'all ball Just because niggas be takin' it all Told them broads to back up off my balls Thugs be ready
My game's so strong, I can't go wrong My dough's so raw, baby why prolong Maybe we get high, maybe we get dumb Maybe we can party all night till death
of my walk In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk When I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk Color blood red, body outlined in chalk My rhymes
You can see me in the hood [Capone]: I told him I break wood [Noreaga]: I told him the shank could [Capone]: Cut him up somethin' good [Noreaga]: My
to the motherfuckin' X, flex wicked Stylee, bump and be found And do bleed by a maniac with a gat See nowadays niggaz is like that I pull my trigger
your fuckin' job Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind With child support, I drag your coffins in the court We even-steven, fuck that, my
heard but we'll take you for your goods I wish you would come to my neck of the woods Come to my hood, better bring a tek to my hood And we be buccin'
up real nice Send 'em to Christ takin' this life's not a problem I been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggers way before my album Drownin' my sorrows in
