[Intro:]. My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*. [Verse 1:]. My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up.
INTRO (Charles Manson):. . The parole board's a bunch of stupid bureaucrats men, who are laying up on the dollar bill: "Take that poison and... and... and die in that cell; or say you're full of shit and we'll let you go." You know?! So the parole board wants me to go in and count down to their reality and say that their reality is the real reality and my reality is really the stuoid, dumb reality..
Intro:. Man: "Uh, uh, oh yeah.". Woman: "I can't understand it. You can't be living just for sex. And only for sex. And nothing but sex alone. It's disgusting.".
[Verse 1]. Ahhhhhh, necro!. Yo, the most morbid overdose off it. Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin. I'm awful, often unlawful. Crack you with a softball in your skull.
*sample*. Do you want me to be the guy your trying to make me?. Do you want me to be the guy that orders people to die?. Do you want me to be Dispensation of life and death?.
Temar, Slobber tits shit check it, Its all abnout Joe's Grill, Its all about. Sbas mom. Satan. Shout out to my peep, shout out to my boy Satan. Check it.
[Intro]. Top of the food chain. Je suis le roi de la jungle. . [Hook: Flip Major & Quavo]. Look at the Rolly, look at the stash. Look at the 'Rari, look at the cash.
Want you turn it up , yea. Want you turn it up. Now want you turn it up. Turn turn turn it up. Want you turn it up. Now want you turn, turn, turn it up.
One night, backstage at Irving Plaza at a Madball show. . Hey yo, Ill Bill, will you sign this for me?. I found it at Amoeba, its the Green CD. No doubt kid, whats your name? Its MC Lars.
Yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch. For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it. . Yo, I'm dancin' on your grave like Borishnikov. 'll rip you off.
Alright, what's up, what's up, what's up. Celly Cel, Celly Cell up in here once again. I'm about to put it down, it's only one way to do it. Only one way, check it out, check it out.
Sittin on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box. Choppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a glock 17. Niggas on my team can't wait to fill clip up.
AND THIS A ONE YA FI THE YOUTH A TRENCH TOWN. AND THIS A ONE YA FI THE YOUTH A LONDON. AND MI SEH EVERY GHETTO EVERY KINGDOM. YOU KNOW IT S HOT AND IT S MELTING DOWN.
I wonder why, I wonder why, I wonder why.... . Wh-wh-why should we living in a tragedy. Why should we think about the past when we can feel so a future.
Time is all I fear. It's why I just keep running. The quest for love was all that you and I held dear. With the beat still in your head. And a good book by your bed.
Why must I always play the clown?. Why must I always play the clown?. Why must I always play the clown?. . It makes it too easy for them to put you down.
It's a tale of our two cities. boy meets girl but fails to make that connection. the tracks they still divide our ancient cities. just another tale. i hope we make that connection.
[Chorus]. There will be tears. I've no doubt, there may be smiles but a few. And when the tears have run out, we'll be numb and blue. . I can't be there with you but I can dream.
I say we step outside. (Come on, come on). 'Cause we can brave the cold. (We brave the cold). . The night is on freeze frame. (It's on but double brandies).
[Mike Jones]. MIKE JONES! For the ladies baby!. Who? Mike Jones! [Repeat: x3]. (Yeah!). This here for the ladies man. You know what I'm sayin. I know I ain't balling right now but.