Now Gary really wants to sue me stressin out tellin my groupies set it out I
already
read it out usually thuggin' in my Jacuzi wit uh uzi wet 'em all yes, ya'll,
yes
ya'll, yes, yes, yes ya'll tune into the looney and boom I come out of my room
my goons comin from the resume-N-doom-n-yes ya'll yell ya'll yes yes get it raw
buck at the bullet-proof ghetto star with a vest over my chest and there you
are
(Nigga you flow too fast) understand me
society got me addicted to the inflicted so synthetic and wicked call on your
family
but they dying split up the sticky-sticky Bryon like granddaddy in the 70's said
he just fled and his name was red and I saw my father paralyzed the other was
locked down there he cried won't see me til' Buck Rogers dead it was there he
died I don't care he lied.