apart

I don't know what this world is coming to....

l'il dice yo back again

i'm the man with the masta plan

backin' me ups wit my supa friends

all in the sky like paper planes

smokin' weed to ease the pain

blaze o' blood true we may say

wannabes f*ck what you claim

you can't be me better try again

i'll trigger my hommes i'll my game

trigger my sh*t trigger my thing

I got love in this game

You ain't got nuthin' whatta shame

Don't know me? nigga where you from?

obviously last sick style son

play your eggs your better one

blast yo ass to oblivion

yo yo urbandub and yo mom

look at tha' bitch gettin' robbed

keepin' my sh*t tight couple o bars

in the middle o an angry chasin'stars

cars, mars, cigars all of 'em end in RS

its a lyrical arsenal

came now wanna bet?

Maybe sound sour wouldn't make a sense

How many girls do you wanna get?

Me i'm cock 'er in the continent

You can't force 'em if you wanna lick the cliff

don't get too hard come down and sit

a couple o drinks a few tits get dazed

straight to home and dunk it that's great

get the PT&P just wait

and if its positive whoa! whatta wait!

i'm leaving it all it's over now

things are 'ready better better better

i'm leaving it all it's over now

things are 'ready better

we've been around

where since said some things that have you lost and

found

but now and try to ward off

you call me up and down

release my pain

while the stars fill my brain

why don't we say nuthin'

or why the words i can't explain

its over

I never meant to let it end this way

its over

just sail the past and let it slip away

its color

now that the picture sad has gone to red

its over

forget about the things we used to have

i'm leaving it all it's over now

things are 'ready better better better

i'm leaving it all it's over now

things are 'ready better

How y'all feelin' down there?...