seeing things

Lyrics

, rock-n-roll? naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys, man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man, let's do some shit nigga, we can turn this motherfucker into dodge city motherfucker, nigga i don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?!, someone caught stressin, dead in the chest, and he started flamin out of his breath, haven't you heard? runnin in the 90's on 123rd, t-rock, done got shot and i got, to find a murderer, with a double-edge pump and a church killer, don't worship and the cops got bored, fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed, little eazy leave me and wally, damn, little angel she was so small, grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin dotty, havin a ball, ball, but i'm still rollin through the shore, pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz, rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga, i don't give a fuck, i, will fucked you up, we gettin pumped in st. luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust?, ante up and i'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks, runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump, but in walkin off, slow - it shows i got nuts, come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at bb baby, i don't give a fuck; i, don't give a fuck, haha, motherfucker. nigga, these hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga, in the motherfuckin cross section bitch, i'll bust on you bitches on the freeway motherfucker!, you hoes just don't know, do you boy?, heh, i'm tellin you boy, i'm tellin you. literally, possessed, i got veins, poppin out my neck, with original thugs and a lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless, then i suggest you'd ask magic, for the rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me, when the cops search, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed, hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy, you see i'm sorta like dorothy but i'm a soldier, the wickedest witch in the west can't have me, fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over toto, there put, put a stick in the mouth, and i might go as quiet as a mouse, never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed, remember the man be attend by the ouija, yellow brick road was greetin the king, gotta take chances, what, i'm back in kansas; it was all a dream, now i clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things, bitch, and i spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker, hell yeah, fuck all these demons, can't none of you hoes stop me!, little confucious for the music, wally, which get rich for the trial and now, better than god devise realize you can end up bigger, but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop, the foul sinnin the killin now, and then nobody gets in the middle together, and they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison, but don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe, and the mission was money was gold, but he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully, with nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch, no one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough, got him at last but i just corrupt, i don't even erupt, what up, trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin, snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle, and medallions, diamonds in the gallo, ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses, in the shadows out of the battlefield, i'll bust on you bitches on the freeway motherfucker!, fuck all these demons, and i spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker, fuck all these demons, and i spoke my mind, hell yeah, and i spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker