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But the cross on your road is twisted
And reflects an imageless tool

Gotta let the taste buds blossom
Sunny side never lost em
Easy over born
All the hoes coughin'
Truck exhaust poppin'
Middle of Newbury, got the parkin' lot rockin'
Old folks hate but they still steadily watchin
Be yourself, boys
Let's get this show on the road

Well I'm up every morning by 6:08
Take the Volkswagen bus up the interstate
Feel Charlie
can't even drink it
Well, maybe by Christmas they'll dig up the roads
Take whatever you can, girl
Leave the rest for the crows
Leave the rest for
what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!

Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em
the same for me
But you and I
Made our choices
All those years ago
Still I know
I'll hear your voice
And see you down the road

Maybe in
Oklahoma
Drivin'
[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]
Yo! Gravediggaz (yeah)
Yo! y'all know what time it is (Gatekeeper, Grym Reaper)
Diggin up another plot (yo)
Dumb deaf
relieved from
All the torture and pain
After fighting war for
Values sacred and holy
In the history of mankind
Your name will remain
Guided by your fearless
when I'm hit by the laser beams 

Ladies fiend  rappers are choosin up teams 

So who could beat up  just before we meet up 

Before I kick
'em, rollin' up or puffin wit' 'em'
Goin' on the road, doin' shows or gettin' duckies wit' 'em'
I been smokin' in my pictures since Myspace
You niggas
a fork in the road and call it the diary of common sheep aspiring
Little Billy star lit up the block got the right premise
But can't thread the needle
a fork in the road and call it the diary of common sheep aspiring
Little Billy star lit up the block got the right premise
But can't thread the needle
new parade 
It's just mind over matter 

And what matters is 
That the mind isn't guided by the punished shade 
I keep the walking on the right
killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down
shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up

And I hit 'em right back
won't quit

Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man room
Space was demanded, beat banging through the speaker
Voice, heat seek missile, guided
a green thumb
And round my green house
She pickin up my pounds
And she drive em down south
Your girl is kinda bullshit
Ya no smoking with your spouse
She
see us passin' by and you sit and you wonder why and you wish that you were a rambler, too.
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace 'em up, bar
them niggaz what's up though>
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga

Hook
Bia Bia em up, get 'em up>
Why you actin' like a - like a 
							
or more 
Now times that by the years I reign straight-seven 
No hear for four years still multiplied by eleven 
The silence's a set back make em regret
with better bombs and armed to attack
So reload the van go ahead let em in
Every tours a war and I'm on the road again
Surprise a town the place it's
tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how
what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!

Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em
the same for me
But you and I
Made our choices
All those years ago
Still I know
I'll hear your voice
And see you down the road

Maybe in
Oklahoma
Drivin'
The mic was passed and that's when I found out

(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from