seeing things

Singer: bizzy bone

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