Rangers(remix)
up boy,you try,christmas tree,with me up boy,you cry,christmas tree,with me
I get up,get down by the sound,right? I move my groove being crossed & get by the same night.I'm fed up,gotta catch up behind,get it off of my mind,gotta get away,no delay.I used to pet my in my pocket for fun.I used to look for a brace,so I try my gun.People call me scum,I cut my hair.Now one would think that one wouldn't give a ... now.I was complained that was my fault.A bitch would drip,and i was with assault.The deepest layer,had me for a player,but at me now, the high society slayer.
up boy,you try,christmas tree,with me up boy,you cry,christmas tree,with me
up,all night,I get drunk,pick a fight(pick a fight) x4
Well,I step on the scene my mind on the mission.With my lyrics so fat, they never die from malnutrition.Go brooks,roll the dice,roll the court, pay the price.Never wanted to hurt,cause i'm extra nice.Wasn't worth I go for the price,slam your ass down to earth,til you''re for ice,like Winston Price.Fuck you up,like a bitch was hanging from my dick. I kicked her in the face,and left her in a ditch.
x4
Well,I'm like a drug.You make me hit & run.Blow me sky high,through the Hi-fi,when i'm done.And it's one,two(what?),having know to run to. To go & get by and a lie i knew(It's true).Forget about ways to get closer to graves.You're mess(stupid things)within two days.We gotta roll(roll) til we die(die),and try to catch a body when it to the ride.So,I cried,as as I heard,between second & third.I a slave,put all of his pain in vain,'cause life was over,he was never coming back,sneak attack,by a pack,on the track.