Hello and good day, dear how do you do this to me? over and over tell me your secrets tell me the truth i'm drowning hello and good day, dear how do
, soul no more feels painless And you know hat you tell them niggas who can?t touch you You grab your nuts and say mothafuck you You invited, got guns, be indicted And if they kill
no sympathy. It's tight ill, plus I get slight chills when I write wills. Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills. No telling what I might feel about my glory. Two
we did it, go [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon) The heaters in the two-seaters, with two
you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill
Begging to people, never good for your health, Free! Don't have to kill no-one or have to steal, From no-one, in life, Ain't nothin' to make a change or two
remember when I was just a little niggero Rollin' through the hood with my pops I watched him kill a ho Boom (Boom!) was the sound Of the nine when they kill
father I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya You couldn't have told me nothin' back then But now I feel ya... I feel ya... Now I'm twenty-two
'bout Fight for all the right things and let the Huey New out Pharrell what these n-ggas talkin' bout? Two man Big Pun, a one man Slaughterhouse A two
, god damn it boy, somebody get a bucket of water to throw on this putz, honey some kibble, cool down, cool down, "you got to cool down boy"." He's a
this (scrap metal) Still played so I'm still a toy You still afraid so I'm still a boy (something for you haters) But as my soul this (something for you
Only the dead souls know I'm alive They want me to lie down by their side These are the demons that passed through my life That killed me over a thousand
one the deeper you delve stop killing and selling buying and thinking of gold forget the body and remember the soul life is worth more than gold a soul
hearted boy wretched voice indeed A prosthetic you waitin' to destroy Two sides to Dylan's haw hee Feelin' like a cemetary Karpick a what is in me? A drill a sin try to kill
you the disease boy young money motherfucka deez theez boyz bitches you crazy weez retardz watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief minaj like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah soulja boy
One, two, one, two, three, four First we got the crack, then we got the gats Then they changed all the laws, it was a set up Lockin' all the young homies
if you wanna floss It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back You get if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if
