What can I do? 'Cause I can't keep from drinkin' this yak. And I can't keep from smokin' dem sacks, am I a fool. What can I do? 'Cause they be callin' me all the time.
You know I keep it, Dickie, down get it to my toe. And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo'. It me and all my girls and they got us at the door.
Sometimes I feel like winter, cold I feel. Icicles are forming. It's hard to tell what is real. Cold winter, cold winter day. . Frost is on the windshield and it's hard to see.
Awaken me from my sleep. And open up my weary eyes. Move me from my complacency. And bring my soul back to life. . Won't You take this heart and mind.
Sometimes I wanna jump from. This tree that I've climbed up in. And trust that You will catch me. And keep me safe from harm. . Oh, I want to let go. And trust that You are in control.
This is where I wanna be. Right here with my loved ones. Smokin' on some weed. You got chronic why don't you light it up. . Now who's that kickin' in the K for the West?.
Yeah bitch. Where go the blaze at?. That's right, yeah. . Ride with me, yeah. Walk a block with me. On the heist with me. Represent with me. Yo, ride with me.
Hé, Akhi, hé. Murder. L'inspi' provient de Me-da. Ça m'a tout l'air d'un hold up. Ramène mon verre de soda. Appelle moi Docteur Gero. De-spee comme Agüero.
Le soir s'approche ça se tape des barres.. Ça fume des sbars comme si c'était légal.. Les gars veulent serrer des meufs.. Les meufs serrer des gars.. Et ça toute la night.
It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure. Take your bitch and undress her. Go 'head and kill yourself. Fuck niggas, they'll be one less. More weed, less stress.
Yo,Yo Bleek man, what the fuck, Nigga. Fuck them hoes, man. Fuck them bitches, what I like?. Uh, uh,uh, uh what, what?. I bet y'all think this some love song or shit, that's a terrible mistake.
Yeah, yeah (ooo). Uh, hey hey. All right, yeah. . What a man, what a man, what a man,. What a mighty good man. Gotta say it again now. What a man, what a man, what a man,.
Yeah, yeah (ooo). Uh, hey hey. All right, yeah. . What a man, what a man, what a man,. What a mighty good man. Gotta say it again now. What a man, what a man, what a man,.
CHORUS. Worry not, keep your stress in check. Anxiety's a disease, you gotta learn to live with it. Cancer spreads, it'll eat right through. There oughtta be a quarantine for people like you.
(verse). my popularitys on the ri-ise.my self-image is somewhat. . sinking. my heads expanding in size but my stomachs shrinking. it all evens out in the end thats what I'm thinking.
Now I'm takin' my shroud and I'm. puttin'. It on my head, not even a semi-fraud. More like a demigod in bed-post. I be hostin' a buck fifty is the rate.
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders. Ryde or Die, Volume 2. . (Tugboats, it's over). . Ahh hahaha. It's the second time around motherfucker!. Volume 2, Ryde or Die, biatch!.
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh. What y'all niggas want, huh?. Ugh, ugh, ugh. . Lubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth. Bomb shell just a second, mami wanna speak out.
I'm pushin' for the single yo, c'mon. Yo, lock the door, uh huh. Ya heard, uh, uh. C'mon, yeah. Ya'll know who it is, or should I say what it is. Uh, uh.
Yeah, yeah, volume three. Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh. I ain't got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uh. Icepick, where the fuck your knife at?.