them down Inhale this lung full of pure inspiration And I promise that all your burden and worry will disappear In a plume of smoke, in a plume of smoke
burn them down Inhale this lung full of pure inspiration And I promise that all your burden and worry will disappear In a plume of smoke, in a plume of smoke
get wit' chya. How ya feel about murda, man? It's still tha same, you fukk wit' us, wang bangarang. It's like suicide nigga do or die. When ya fukkin
ya feel about murda, man? It's still the same, fuck with us, we bang them brains. It's like suicide, nigga do or die, when ya fuckin' with mine. We
Your knees are bruised up You don't even know what you're worshiping Outside the sun rises In the silence of another suicide scene There's nothing sacred
are you so loud? Quiet Real dudes move in silence, like a mute drivin' a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
? Why are you so loud? Quiet! Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
jailhouse sticking slutty ass bitches on the corner tricking and im stuck In spiral of violence gang habbits / re-enforced by the prison silence making
dreams The pain on his face is glistening No one's eyes are listening Till his 44 starts whistling Hairs on the necks, bristling You can holla so loud till the silence
naked And everything she made dancing he would take it She got a fake I.D., and a club license A second life, that she had to live in silence At
, didn't want Close my eyes just to look at you Taken by the seamless vision I close my eyes, Ignore the smoke, Ignore the smoke, Ignore the smoke Call
? I can't understand how they silence the voices That say no, that say no It's a new day in the old life In the silence of the absence And where are
money in the bank they'll get spanked cause I'm not the nigga I got bigga brothers waiting in the bushes to mush kids I talk when I wanna talk never silence
set them off like dynamite eradicating informants acetylene torches dealt the punishment melted from skin to bone the fire silenced their screams to moans smoke
muthafucka know (action speaks louder) (action speaks louder than words) (action speaks louder) [ verse 1: scarface ] Roll em up and I smoke em Tried
