I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho Yeah, homie I thought we, told we been fucking loco Cypress Hill, D12,

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah All of my homies

For a very, very, long-long time I've been on my motherfuckin' grind Yeah, so I deserve to ball like Kobe Yeah, got a bad ori in the back Yeah, and I don't fuck with no new niggas We've been homies for a long-long time She say she love me, love me,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah They say haters be in they feelings I've been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go 'Cause I see that you love different My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go But I love, I love her, I love her, I can't let

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue All I know is more and more (aha) Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you know what this is) Hundred bands (yeah) Hundred bands All I know is more and more

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

Don’t make my goons go stupid Yeah my homies still Go stupid, go stupid, yeah My homies still Look, i’m eastside them haters 90 going west My niggas pumping so much bass, muthafuckas going deaf Man, fuck ya'll with a sick dick, semi automatic no click

This for killers only, yeah this for the homies Drug dealers only, yeah this members only Trap niggas only, yeah rich niggas only Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies (go) Honorable C-Note Fresher than a

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie Ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha) Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' yeah Holla at 'em

Woah, yeah boy Way-way back for me I need fake niggas to get way back James Harden with the range on me nigga way back Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back I can't get no rest (We in the house) I fall asleep with a Tec (Rack) Wearin'