for you! [Sing] Look behind the lines of this love note... [Sing] You know were gonna get ya! Gonna Take you down. No more will you hurt me! And when
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me Little
a Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man Tical hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me
dead carnival Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival Come see the show, big top show Walk hand in hand with the dead
old hoes Wheres the respect when you cash that check (huh) Nigga break bread well bust your head (yup) Ill bring to it the heart rather leave em dead
Deaths a part of life, yo, you just cant ignore it Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like Somethin' you feel precious 'coz ya dead
Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary Death is more, another life is gone Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born Inbine your neighborhood
shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man, hit me now (Tical) Bitches use to play me, now they can't forget me now Forget me
my true click, startin' a new flip Fuck you frontin' for? I seen your bag with your tail between your leg Afficial Nast in the house that mean you dead
can't let'em get me No I gotta stand ten toes I gotta keep a strap on me I gotta make sure no phone dead catch me cornered Out here on that streetlife
don't step Better watch your self, better watch your self, Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath When I put this tone up in your
seen Has turned me to a scandalous fiend Sticking your peeps for cream Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams As foul as it seems Dismantling spleens til your
'll be givin' up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it For legal fees in the penal dorm Screamin' on the horn with 'bout thirty years on your conscience
Soundbwoy And now we bring the truth to light You better dig your grave tonight I'll tell you why... Jealousy plague the whole a dem Me na pretend
roll your dough up and down the street On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me Roll, roll, roll your
, kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash me Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me You'd get bumped
