01-29-2002, 12:45 AM
<font color=blue><center>WALK
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?
(Pre) Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
(Chorus) Respect, walk
Run your mouth when I'm not around
It's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing you song?
Those same friends tell me your every word
Respect, walk
Respect, walk
Are you talking to me?
No way punk </font color=blue>
hehe, this one's for kid...(you're gonna be impressed I've even heard of this one)
Spice1 - Mind of a Sick Nigga
(They're all gonna laugh at you)
(They're all gonna laugh at you)
(Hahahahahaha)
(They're all gonna laugh at you)
Enter the mind of a sick nigga.
With bloody uzi clips,
decapitated heads in baskets,
closed caskets. Murda on wax.
Nigga, thats what its all about,
thats what you bought the muthafuckin tape for.
Murda on wax.
Redrum. On wax.
Nigga, I said, redrum, on wax.
Gotta get my prozac fore I go back
and murda these muthafuckas
jumpin up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine
leavin in yo spine a flurry a bullets
its that killa S-P-I-C-E
a lot a these jealous muthafuckas they wanna murda me
but they cant fuck with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
the nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body parts in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot rastas
the niggaz who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head
pullin up four deep in an old school caddy
fully auto-maddy
empty the clip, niggaz like paddy
in the alley, niggaz domes they cap
pistol whippin muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap
(Chorus)
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Redrum, professinal gravedigga
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in them dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
187, professinal gravedigga
Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they dont know what the fuck happened
Im laughin and blastin, rippin asses in half an
street sweepin these niggaz up under the rug
plug they ass, makin they hooptie blow up when they crash
zonin out that hash
face down, back open, hopin they aint no snitches scopin
witnesses witness they own smokin
see it aint no joke and nothing funny</center>
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?
(Pre) Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
(Chorus) Respect, walk
Run your mouth when I'm not around
It's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing you song?
Those same friends tell me your every word
Respect, walk
Respect, walk
Are you talking to me?
No way punk </font color=blue>
hehe, this one's for kid...(you're gonna be impressed I've even heard of this one)
Spice1 - Mind of a Sick Nigga
(They're all gonna laugh at you)
(They're all gonna laugh at you)
(Hahahahahaha)
(They're all gonna laugh at you)
Enter the mind of a sick nigga.
With bloody uzi clips,
decapitated heads in baskets,
closed caskets. Murda on wax.
Nigga, thats what its all about,
thats what you bought the muthafuckin tape for.
Murda on wax.
Redrum. On wax.
Nigga, I said, redrum, on wax.
Gotta get my prozac fore I go back
and murda these muthafuckas
jumpin up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine
leavin in yo spine a flurry a bullets
its that killa S-P-I-C-E
a lot a these jealous muthafuckas they wanna murda me
but they cant fuck with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
the nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body parts in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot rastas
the niggaz who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head
pullin up four deep in an old school caddy
fully auto-maddy
empty the clip, niggaz like paddy
in the alley, niggaz domes they cap
pistol whippin muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap
(Chorus)
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Redrum, professinal gravedigga
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in them dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
187, professinal gravedigga
Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they dont know what the fuck happened
Im laughin and blastin, rippin asses in half an
street sweepin these niggaz up under the rug
plug they ass, makin they hooptie blow up when they crash
zonin out that hash
face down, back open, hopin they aint no snitches scopin
witnesses witness they own smokin
see it aint no joke and nothing funny</center>
<center>In the 60's people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.</center>