They be a hundred miles and runnin' when they see me comin' Bringin more funk than the pussy on a yeast infected woman So kick the flow, you see a nigga
Flowing along the ages Staring at empty pages Centered 'round the same old plot Staring at empty pages Flowing along the ages Often lost and forgotten The vagueness and the mud
Rain, rain on my face Hasn't stopped raining for days My world is a flood Slowly I become one with the mud But if I can't swim after forty days And my
the efforts, sweat and broken hearts, the screaming and the tears And I'm dreaming again And I'm dreaming again And I'm dreaming again Flowing in a pool of mud
if you disrespect me it's the big payback The E double E is my name I spell things to decline I tell My squad rocks well I'm in your hood comin through like mud
watch When the death count gets higher And you hide in your mansion All the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud
's any beef, I come runnin' like Mertz, uh Word up, eagle street I'm throwin' my curve up We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert I got flow
back and watch While the death toll gets higher You hide in your mansion While young people's blood Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud
felt oblivious to any sort of pain When it first began to rain Then there came the steady flow Slowly like a flood Sweeping over everything and turning into mud
claim And I train like, Leonidas son, the fire and sun The blood, sweat and tears, grinding for ones Nearly died for it, cried for it, hustle and flow
no right And if I'm wrong, there is no white I'm tryna to be polite But you bitches in my hair like to fuckin' pull lice And my flow is rare, these other
the mud, I am a missile like the scud What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like fud And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug Tied to the fuckin
Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud Interior mayback like
[Slug] You can't fuck with the felt flow All the shit that you talking, don't help you grow Mad face can't wait to catch you man made elbow You see mee
Late afternoon in the open air A human sea made out of mud and hair Ain't nothing like a festival crowd There's too many people so we play too loud Touch
breath On the floor, getting raw, 'cause it's hot to death I come to violate your space like you're under arrest And girls, what's a little bit of mud
a bitch I've murda within the game and get deeper it stays follow Then .9 me and get hit wit' my ak's hollows I blaze block flows at 'cha dome Paco I
to tha grave it's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby (verse 1: D-Gotti) These blades are choppin' And these babes are boppin' Got a cup full of mud
