flow, hoes ride wit' us My nigga Chas' tol' me never let em' see you sweat never let em' see you wet never let em' call your bet sex for a rival, look
check Now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window So I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow It's 5:13 by the clock on
demise, uncertainty of the soul, the horrible task of fate. 13 the number of fear, refusal to believe the beyond, existence of darkness unknown..... 13!!! 13!!! 13!!! 13
number. (Blue Guy lets out a heavy sigh) When I call the number 40, you will be served. Here we go, listen up. (calls out to the empty store) Number
uncertainty For 13 years I've been hurtin girls purposely I've been called a worthless freak, a jerk, and a g 'cause I turn the other cheek after we xxxx
the middle school, I was a bigger fool I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call
13, the streets made me a scholar Flood the microphone, one by one, hear 'em holler The sure shoots, rock box, rhymin' on blasted beats Mics on my side, they call
my pop about the cars and the clothes Shrimp and the lobster that I heard about Like word of mouth The UGK tape and Scarface will turn ya out I was like 13
we dustin' off the rounds and we slip in the mag' Then we slip on the masks and go out and mash And we call it feeding our family, y'all call it a tragedy
like Cheech and Chong A bong, a blunt, or a paper square It really don't matter she'll take you there You been my gal since the age of 13 And Its
Ive acknowledged this Harder on the good women Cuhs half the niggas gay the others in prison And the very few good ones dog you out And the others
CALL Cambot! ("Show yourself!") Gypsy! ("I'm not ready!") Tom Servo! ("Hello there!") Croooow! ("That's one 'o'!") If you're wondering how he eats and breathes And other
life as a youngster ruthless, as a child, a juvenile ran with TRU, slanged in the meanwhile packin, specialize in jackin liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and others
me all alone There ain't nobody calling on my telephone Because I ripped that bitch right up out of the wall I apologize to any or that tried to call
with. Aynsley: What's it called, "Junk Shuffle"? Don: No . . . Ray: "Junkyard." Aynsley: What's it called? Carl: I'm using the chicken to measure it. FZ: It's called
shit? No place to go? Bottomless heart, so big that everything just gets lost in there And if it never comes out,? that?s ok by me.. And on other side