[Funkmaster Flex]. Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris. Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor. .. it's goin down. . [DTP]. Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo'.
Yeah, Dirty South baby, Ludacris. Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor. It's goin' down. . Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo'. Disturbin' the peace, Def Jam South.
[Shyne]. Geah, uhh.. (fuckers!). Geah, uhh... . I'm the Bad Boy not to fuck wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit. three hollow tips up in your stomach.
[Shyne]. Geah, uhh.. (fuckers!). Geah, uhh... . I'm the Bad Boy not to fuck wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit. three hollow tips up in your stomach.
Back to life, back to reality. Back to life, back to reality. . However do you want me. However do you need me. However do you want me (However). However do you need me (Do you need me now).
Back to life, back to reality. Back to life, back to reality. Back to life, back to reality. Back to the here and now, yeah. . Show me how decide. What you want from me.
Who shot the bullet?. That killed the air tonight. Without a thought. Without a reason. Take a gun called hate up against your heart, and pull the trigger.
Shouldering the blame. Walking into frame. Like a lighted silhouette. Against a cotton sheet. Smothering the crease. . Tin can in hand. Waiting for God to come around.
In the night we turn on all the lights. I don't know (go!). In the day it's either blue or gray. I don't know (go!). . Building so high. Feeding so slow.
Guess who just got back today?. Those wild-eyed boys that had been away. Haven't changed, haven't much to say. But man, I still think those cats are great.
Carbon copy aftertaste. The taste of lips so delicate. Stop the click and watch the room. Sitting pretty in full bloom. . Your stain on my fingers. Like a headache that the pills won't kill.
As the sun sets on battlefields. I hope you can save me. I hope you can save our wounded hearts. . Well distance makes my heart grow colder. (Creates an eternity).
Babylon is burning. You're burning the street. You're burning your houses. With anxiety. . With anxiety. Babylon is burning. Babylon is burning. With anxiety.
A pretty girl (she looks) so nice to me but she's a bit insane. I just want to love her but she wants to play her games. In her black leather she drives a drag mobile.
Wrap it up, strap it in.. I'm in for a little sin. Rollin' on, I'm glad,. entering a town gone bad. Well you know - you know. What I want - I want. Some liquor and easy meat.
Stitch up that old coat. And the tear's repaired. But how do you mend a hole in a glow. I don't know. Heal a broken bone. And the structure returns. But how do you mend an aura.
Busy Not Crying. . Well I'm busy not crying and I'm too tied up to care. Not thinking 'bout her is a 24-hour affair. I can't weep, I can't worry. My whole life's just a hustle and hurry.
Look around to see something real. But all I see are perceptions changing me. Through my eyes I see the walls closing in. I'm always walking away from open doors.
Let me tell a little tale about a bad arse sucker with some attitude. Seen more in his life than you'd ever want to go through. Seen more through his two eyes than Alice through the looking glass.
There's a breeze off the river. Through the crack in the window pane. There's my boy on the pillow. And I feel like I'm lost again. . Everybody knows the secret.