Fiend - The Rock Show Lyrics
Verse one:36 ounces of thousand in gramsI aint never had shit, now I plot to piss or a stickAint nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dickWho wanna hunger young rickThinking I cant get, out the situationIm bout to make these *****es sickSince a little nigga, started to vision niggaNow when dophines surely come, I know how much to give herSingle bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhompsCatch me in the set and ima have whatcha want wantPlaying it raw, I aint out here for my healthAnd tell the temp service, aint blood myselfEnjoyed myself, blocks away from the meltAnd proving thy self from cream that dont meltChorus:(nigga why) before real niggas kiss up to the man (whomp)36 ounces of thousand in gramsIf it aint legal and from uncle sam36 ounces of thousand in gramsHow I get them cars, houses, and land36 ounces of thousand in gramsYou aint seeing shit till money in hand36 ounces of thousand in gramsVerse two:My brother and cousin got a planLook, that dope aint got touch my handsBut yet this bad and Im the one with the life sandsA ten millimeter for protectionFor any jacker or badge that run up in my section, and ahI cost to cigars from being brokeAnd this aint lemonheads or no bar of soap, and ahTo old for mcdonalds, that killed hopeAnd all the hustlas around my way got cars with no notes, so ahPenetentries chances here I comeThat nigga move to fast ima pop his ass one (pop)Drop his ass one (pop)Bringing home the brickWhat ya know when the fiend got his own started up gitChorus
