You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive. So the day some niggaz come
Picture yourself crushin’ Xzibit with your tough talk? That’s like Christopher Reeve doing the crip walk.
I ain’t Mary, so ain’t a damn thing Poppin’.
I don’t believe in aliens. I don’t think aliens or ghosts like black people. We never get abducted; our houses
It don’t make sense: either you a soldier from the start, Or a actor with a record deal tryin’ to
Time flies, dreams die, people lose faith, Tryna hide behind a lie with a straight face.
I can drink a whole Hennessy fifth. Some call that a problem, but I call it a gift.
Just cause niggas get behind you don’t mean they got your back Beware of the serpent.
Never define your success by somebody else’s success. I never looked at another man’s grass to tell how green mine