Lyrics:
gonna know fast
All y'all gone' need a fuckin' gas mask
I'm the yellow shit underneith ya armpit
And when I talk, that's fine, 'cause I spit
I'm like
Vengeance is mine, I'm gonna crush you all
Run you over with my rubber soul
Smelling the gas as I race through pain
The smell of burning tires,
back to top
Cruise the strip, damn it started gettin' hot
When we step on the gas man fuck the cops
Once we got to the telley she was like "Don't stop"
And lives bein lost in the mix of ammo blastin, cars crashin, gas
mashin, guns stashin while mothers cry
The fools laughin, get shit happen
[chorus 2x]
muscle respect, good riddens
Rag time drag through
36 pistons jerk your wrist in friction
Crash y'all since you in fast ball
And gas your last
nice to be stoned
Now bombs and tanks and riot gas
Can't keep you from smokin' grass
Now listen to me brother and I'll tell you true
Marijuana is
the floor)
Hit the floor, hit the floor
I'm blowin up like gas prices (prices)
You wouldn't believe how many haters don't like this
(like this)
But I
No escape
Face to the ground
Locked in cages
Body count
No way out
Nerve gas chamber
Mortal ground
Suffocation
Run
Mass confusion
Run
to find bail
We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)
Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me
We maintain!
Chorus
[Mil - Verse 5]
I'm
town on your way to somewhere
Just like everybody does
You stopped for gas and bag o' peaches
And we talked just long enough
[Chorus]
I want
I put gas to heads
You was bitch in high school no rep no threat
Riding my jacket like I'm a hand off the fans at coat check
Haters want to put they
call quits
Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits
My career's low on gas, I'm stabbing the rapper in sight
A suicidal failure like Shady's
to get here late,
But my car ran out of gas
And then an airplane crashed into the road
And I had to save the people.
Didn't think you'd get so mad,
purple passion, up in my cup
I-10 to seventy one, mash the gas to Austin
Chrome glossing, big bossing flossing
Block to block spot to spot, no need for
doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in
happen, no discussion
So stop frontin' before I plan your abduction
????????This gas all up in it got drama too deep to debted????????
Fuck credit, you
the shit
Vacationing out in the crime
Kicking your ass can you mask all the gas
That you breathe out only when you whine
Thrown to the lions
Outcast
Get in!
Let's go!
We've still got such a long way to go
We got a ten hour drive
And a half tank of gas
We got seven people stuffed
In
nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more
Wireless tells us all
Looks like there's a war
Both of us been through this before, dear
Put on our gas masks and pray, dear
But at least we've
Gather 'Round One And All, You're Not Going To Believe This!
BAD BREATH AND BODY SMELLS, CAN'T USE THE JOHN,
CROSSED EYES AND FRECKLES AND GAS WILL BE
Got niggaz watchin the Feds, twenty ultra-red
Beams comin through my window, tear-gas bleak up my glass,
The smoke blew the crib-bo, the coke
dice an pumpin gas
to get some cash
you had to store the coke, we mop his ass
my pops would give me cash, but my mama would take it from me
if I didn't
Listen to the word, that's how word is bond
{Agallah}
Word is on the corner of Gas & the Plate
The don who got laced up by mistake
Time flies yo we
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