Seeing Things

Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys

Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man

(Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga

We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker

Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?!

Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest

and he started flamin out of his breath

Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd

T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer

with a double-edge pump and a church killer

don't worship and the cops got bored

Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed

Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small

Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty

Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore

Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz

Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga

I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)

I, will fucked you up

We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)

Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks

Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump

But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts

Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby

I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

Haha, motherfucker... nigga

These hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga

In the motherfuckin cross section bitch

I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!

You hoes just don't know, do you boy?

Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you...

Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck

With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless

Then I suggest you'd ask Magic

For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me

When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed

Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy

You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a soldier

the wickedest witch in the West can't have me

Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put

Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse

Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed

Remember the man be attend by the Ouija

Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king

Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream

Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)

Bitch (I keep on seein things)

And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)

Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)

Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things)

Little Confucious for the music

Wally, which get rich for the trial and now

Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger

but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop

The foul sinnin the killin now

and then nobody gets in the middle together

And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison

but don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe

And the mission was money was gold

but he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully

With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch

No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough

Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt

(Creep on Ah Come Up), what up

Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin

Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle

and medallions, diamonds in the gallo

Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses

in the shadows out of the battlefield

I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)

Fuck all these demons (It was all a...)

And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker

Fuck all these demons

(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream)

And I spoke my mind, hell yeah

And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades out]