to the boat Where CROSBY flushed away all his stash And the cops Got him in the boat and drove away To THE CAN Where Neil Young slipped another disc
back The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason
spray to kill the front line one hundred and thirty dead from squeezin' off one time all you mu-fuckin' who gappin' fly lip let it rip don't slip I'm
formed an opinion about heaven It starts out with a question, and this is what it ends in Now I know you've felt yourself slip away Now all you think
t give a fuck what they say You think you livin' large you livin' a slim day Ain't no motherfucker takin' the shit I worked fo' See that's the reason