Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both

And why you can't get up off my back? Got me looking for a new dude When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more And I can take a lot of shit, but I won't take that Got a lot on my mind I'm thinking I'm needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

Are you ready (are you ready)? Don't hate the black Don't hate the white If you get bit Just hate the bite Make sure your heart is beatin' right How's your backbone How's your eye? Add some bottom on mighty tight

I'll be on the way Put it in drive, I'll be outside, I'll be on the way You can meet me in five, I'll be all night, I'll be all day I'll be all day Yeah, yeah, yeah This the type of shit that you been waiting all year for Back in town for a minute if you

My roots, my roots Run deep into the hollow I'm stronger than I ever knew I'm strong because of you I bite down a little harder My blades a little sharper Strike back a little harder I scream a little louder I hit back a little louder

I can make it bounce by myself 3 chainz, owww Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards And skate off after, engage in laughter ‘bout what just happened Fingers and napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic? Catch you in traffic, you

Hit and run, hit and run I say you got no respect Respect for authority You're just playing your dirty tricks And then come cryin' to me It's just a hit and run Union Jack is back With a hole in his head He's gettin' badly

Baby I know better (baby you work it) I know better I need one, so bring me some, oh Quee knows better, than to turn off your song Run this shit back (baby, you baby) I know better, you fine (more than fine) Hmm, aw yeah

Bang bang bang boom boom boom boom Bang bang, in ring of fire Bang bang, my sweet desire Bang bang, my love is true Bang bang, I'd die for you Road is white, ski is black Ride horse neck, run down your back There's a house, like a small I want your love,