The story it grows older the story is no story here i
never knew what it is and there's no sign of it ending
as i am it and ought to be they're telling me i am
(chorus) bowling race car driver superficial hitman
you're on the list at every door you don't bowl or
race fast cars composition competition you drive
just because i don't go to the church where you
reside i might as well go for it the nineties won't be
back again until i'm forty-eight years old i can be
the hungry as i eat my words again appealing yet
apalling rising to my falling going to extreme ends i
am gagging on their scene (repeat chorus) you shift
i'm the driver over time in it's defense i move their
car and for a moment it makes sense i fail them in the
end i fail it in the end in the arms of old age knowing
only one to lose feeling nothing more to hide
consider life a forgery as you're gagging on your
scene admit to fraudulence driven to this thought
death is certain faith is not (repeat chorus)
composition competition you drive competition
competition i'm losing i fail it in the endChorus
Destruction terror and mayhem
Pass me a.....
(Koopsta Knicca)
Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guy
I got the nine on my side
But let me tell you why
Inside the blackness of the skies
Lie the fuckein' robbers
Can I call it off you got the dope
You got this coke right on ya
How could you speed with the street sweeper to yo chest
We had to spread
Aw yeah but guess what happened next
Me and my six niggas had to rip them temples in
I didn't want to kill 'em
But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin'
(DJ Paul)
Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'cha
We cockin' 45's to yo temple
Let the bullet hit'cha
We ain't gonna stop
Mark my word
Ain't no shootin' in there ever
Enemies ain't birds
All this medicine done made me crazy
I'm starting to lace it
I should've stopped a long time ago
But I was lazy
You sissy son of a bitch
You need to turn yo self in
We want'cha bad in the south
The quicker you pay
The quicker the payment be
Chorus
(Juicy "J")
It's about 1'oclock AM in my hood
In my set 4 deep in the steamer
Gettin' high
'Bout to we me a motherfucka up
Aftermath when I blast
Leave a motherfucka bucked
Layin' down in the grass
Niggas acting like they hard
Pullin' cards
But they fake
Niggas claiming that they bad
Looking mad for they trait
Talk down on a playa
But they smile in yo face
We gonna ride on you fools
Get away without no case
(Gangsta Boo)
Hoes killing me softly
Trying to put me to the test
Give me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neck
I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes
Late night
Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door
Never be out to playa hate
Strictly out for my riches
I ain't got time for this shit
Cause it's money over bitches
Bustas be telling me to leave
Niggas stay out of mine
Who gives a damn what you think