Woorden:
In The Woods Cell

an old silent film They runned the usual tests Tiny, tiny veins Yet flow so constant and strong I saw my life in red They'll never forget These cells

like Luda, I be like yea! You like it like that, dontchya baby? The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods And I

Control my worries Fix my thoughts Throw my hopes Like a juggernaut walks Now let-down souls Can't feel no rhythm Sorry entertainers Like aerobics victims Hybrid people Light a wooded

Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke and I choke, and I creep on a come up Niggas be tryin' run up but I bust, and they drop

you) And I loved them (And they loved me) And they loved me (And we loved you) Once I was a man My cock as hard as wood I stood as strong as any tree

'm from the city Where the muddy Mississippi might sink you, man I'm getting brains in the Range with the brains blown out With TV's, the wood grain and

up ass hoes Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know Coming around my neck of the woods

little bit of hope If Sam Rosen never rolled and Malcom never spoke They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope Instead the lock me in the cell

'Cause I'm so discombobulated being out the hood I don't know if it's a bad or a good thang Missin' Cadillacs, switches in the wood grain Don't touch