Dillinger - Starversa

Is the can half diseased or is the disease half canned? And is the man half machine or is machine half man? I'm unretrofied for you Is the can half diseased or is the disease half canned? Or is the man half machine or the machine half man? I'm unretrofied for you, so come on, so come on I'll just fake it in the end Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end Time is wasted in the end Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again Now they're looting our holes until there is nothing left Calloused intentions it seems cowards invention at best I'm unretrofied for you Now they're looting our holes until there is nothing left Calloused intentions it seems cowards invention at best I'm unretrofied for you, so come on, so come on I'll just fake it in the end Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end Time is wasted in the end Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again We're all dead Jesus can't play the music 'cause he's nailed to the cross And over gnawed off feet I find that I can't walk I can't walk I can't even walk I'll just fake it in the end Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end Time is wasted in the end Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again I'll just fake it in the end Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end Time is wasted in the end Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again We're all dead

(Daz) It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind (Daz) (Kurupt) Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'? You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours (Hook - 2x: Daz) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind (Daz) I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga (Kurupt) (Daz) Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass (Hook - 2x) (Kurupt) (Daz) Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta (Daz) (Kurupt) With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap (Kurupt) Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good (Hook - 3x) (Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook) Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics

Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute y'all I want to ask you somethin' I want you to spell somethin' for me Jim Can you do that? Sure John But I want you to spell for me New York John, why you ask me to do that? I just want you to spell New York, Jim Well alright, I'm gonna go ahead man N-E-W Y-O-R-K, that's New York man No Jim, you've made a mistake, Jim I'm gonna teach you the right way And the proper way to spell New York Well, go ahead, John A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York, Jim - yeah You see I'm a dynamite So all you got to do is hold me tight Because I'm out a sight, you know 'Cause I'm a dynamite But everytime I walk in the rain Man, o man, I feel a pain, I feel a burning pain Keep on burning in my bloody brain I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain I want you to dig me soul brother and soul sister I want you hold me tight because I'm a dynamite - yeah I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain No matter where I treat my guest You see they always like my kitchen best 'Cause I've cocaine runnin' around my brain Cocaine runnin' around my brain, yea Hey Jim, Jim? Where is Jim, man? Jim, I want you to tell me somethin' I want you to spell for me New York, Jim Come on, Jim, I want you to spell New York A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York Right on, out of sight man, right on, ooh Right on, yeah, right on Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute y'all I want to ask you somethin' I want you to spell somethin' for me, Jim Can you do that? Sure John But I want you to spell for me New York John, why you ask me to do that? I just want you to spell New York, Jim Well alright, I'm gonna go ahead man N-E-W Y-O-R-K, that's New York, man No Jim, you've made a mistake, Jim I'm gonna teach you the right way And the proper way to spell New York Well, go ahead, John A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York, Jim - yeah You see, I'm a dynamite So all you got to do is hold me tight Because I'm out a sight, you know 'Cause I'm a dynamite But everytime I walk in the rain Man, o man, I feel a pain, I feel a burning pain Keep on burning in my bloody brain I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain I want you to dig me soul brother and soul sister I want you hold me tight because I'm a dynamite - yeah I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain No matter where I treat my guest You see they always like my kitchen best 'Cause I've cocaine runnin' around my brain Cocaine runnin' around my brain, yea Hey Jim, Jim? Where is Jim, man? Jim, I want you to tell me somethin' I want you to spell for me New York, Jim Come on, Jim, I want you spell New York A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York Right on, out of sight man, right on, ooh Right on, yeah, right on Man oh man, I'm on the run I've got to reach the setting sun 'Cause I've got cocaine A whole lot, whole lot of cocaine, man Runnin' around my brain, runnin' around my brain Cocaine, cocaine, runnin' around my brain, yeah