Everything Is Falling Down

Yo...New Tigallo

New Tigallo

New Tigallo4: 30...7...7-7: 30...2.2: 15[Phonte]

Aiyyo, don't need a new style, bein dope is always in fashion

Peace to the

West Coast montage fash-ion

Everything's in house, don't need a mans-ion

Doper than the last one, pussy niggas soundin like

Meow MixI spit that foul shit,

And 1Everybody's swingin, holla at me if you land one

Don't need perfection, just pass-ionand don't need to be signed,

I ain't got a fuckin cast on!

Lot of opportunity, easy bread

I passed on

It just felt troublin, now class is in sessionand we got them testers bubblin/bubble-in like

ScantronFresh out the kitchen, signed with a stamp on

I'm on some greatness, y'all on some latenesswith no foundation so it could never last long

I display patience,

I done played

JasonIt's

Saturday the 14th,

FUCK you got a mask on, nigga?

C'mon[Chorus: Phonte] (Jeanne Jolly)

Pushin me to the brink

A stagger in my footsteps and

I don't even drink

It's so much on my mind, dog, and

I can't even think(It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)

Pushin me to the brink

A stagger in my footsteps and

I don't even drink

It's so much on my mind, dog, and

I can't even think(It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)[Phonte]

They say the 336 is what raised 'em, but the 919 made 'em

Stark, raving rhyme like he ain't got the good sense

God gave 'em

Anybody on his bad side,

God save 'em

Late night by the bedside,

God, praise

HimHe's the captain that told me to kneel

And when I was surrounded by them monkey-ass niggas

He told me to peel, broke free of my dealand left shackles, racin like

Petty in the stock

Now he heavy on the block like guards and left tackles

See where

I come from and, you and yours are up in armslike gunrunners, and you are confrontedwith, 99 problems and can't keep it 100

Then at the day's end you ain't really done nothin

I made a new lane for myself and said, "Fuck it"

Why +Rage

Against the

Machine+ when you can just unplug it?

F'real[Chorus][Phonte]

Eastside,

Bingham St. repper

Tay rock the spot like

I'm half-leopard

And pray for you lames like

I'm half-leper

If it don't fill the coffers, mother-

FUCK the offers

Ah-choo at yu niggas like

I'm black pepper

With wine and some fima beans,

I'm half-Lector

King, shit

Kane, shit +

No Half-Stepper+

They say, "Why would he?"

THey say, "How could he?"

That's how they push me to the brink

Stagger in my footsteps and

I don't even drink

It's so much on my mind, dog, and

I can't even think(It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)

Yo. listen[Chorus 1/2][Outro: Phonte]

Aiyyo, 919, 910, 252, 704336 (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)

I'm on my

Carolina shit.

New Tigallo

New Tigallo

New Tigallo

New Tigallo

Young Khrysis. (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)