Lyrics:
Flower's gone dry
I gotta get out it's storming
I've got to get outta this place
Cause if I ain't gone by morning
I'll be your dog, and this will be my cage
stop?)
Yeah, free all the homies that's still in the cage (free the homies)
Over-sentenced by crooked judges and racist D.A.'s
Racism in the system is
as fuck, I be high as fuck (high as fuck, motherfucker)
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck (on the gang)
Smoking Za, I like da taste, I don't smoke no
In the Benz on the dash quarter million
(Skrrt)
Got me feeling like a villain
Strike a pose hear the screams of million
Got me feeling like a villain
LIP, LIGHT ME ON FIRE|GET THIS BED SO HOT, WE SHOULD BE RUNNING|RUN YOUR FINGERS DOWN MY BACK|ONLY YOU CAN STRIKE THAT MATCH|LOVE ME JUST LIKE WE AIN'T
a time in life the mothafucker will strike
And try to make you loose sight
Don't be a fake mothafucker tryin' to keep shit real
Fill cassettes with idle
a human lighting rod, strike back with no regard
For the innocent, harder than the bricks in my tenements
Wu-Tang, forever and a day, webe killin' it
writing this list, and you can
Bet your own life
Ignore these scars on my wrist
Drown this house in gasoline and
Strike up that match, be the
Kerosene
Oh, American Blood
In my eyes and on my hands
Such an awful circumstance
And ohh, carry your woes
Just strike a match and then oppose
Bluff in
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
Gonna fix you up!
By da time we're through
I'll be tigger one
You'll be tigger two!
It's gonna be great!
It's gonna be great!
It's gonna be
the orange hat that I be stylin' in
Like a xanny or a klonopin
All your swishas they be model thin
We plus sized nigga like Tocarra and them
Shining like
In the Benz on the dash quarter million
(Skrrt)
Got me feeling like a villain
Strike a pose hear the screams of million
Got me feeling like a villain
seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin' slow, driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox don't make
New opportunities come once in a lifetime
Either you're ready or you're not, Don't let it pass by
You gotta give it all you got that's from the blind
the light of the moon,I'll be comin'back
Ah,the gateway to this heart is off the latch
So if you wanna start a fire,then come and strike this match
Yeah,this
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
scent is in the air
It's like the smell of burning books
Supposed to be the brave new world
And this is how it looks
Advised by cruel contempt and fear
scent is in the air
It's like the smell of burning books
Supposed to be the brave new world
And this is how it looks
Advised by cruel contempt and fear
scent is in the air
It's like the smell of burning books
Supposed to be the brave new world
And this is how it looks
Advised by cruel contempt and fear
up it so match my wits
Extra large play how I is I can't go small
Cause I be spending all yo money when I be swiping in da mall
Diamonds on my neck
like be jumoin off turn buckles Beatin on yo door with the clip on ya tech
Beating down yo block in da 89 chevy
Tellin stupid boy we throwing bows and we
doin' everything
So u kno wats happenin', there no need to pitty-pat
Dogg in this motherfucker, yeh I get da kitty-kat
Swervin' on da one-ten blowin'
of wasted time
Chorus
So tear up those memories and rip down those walls,
Strike a match and feel the blaze with no apologies at all
My hands stop shaking
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