I'm mute to the feeling We started by giving each other interesting notes sober case (sober case) Seduce a dream back to the surface Clarify my empty elephant of some beautiful death
' under I never thought I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin' hands, the shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the
ill, they didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes, shot the gas tank to fake death But would this really
Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys got a death
boys we all poor getting high I seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing I received I'm from the dirt, I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park
but Gucci don't exercise I get extra whipped cream for them eskimo pies I'm in the 'hood like the mayor 'round election time Here's a suggestion: don't park
trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, 'Now I am become Death, the destroyer
keepin the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass what the shady aftermath did You pop off the top its like open and vats of acid Beat the octamom to death
new beginning Others crieda?¦some were grinning And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind In Central Park
as if it's my last You can die in the blink of an eye So bat ya eyelashes, and keep winking and blowin' kisses 'Cause your flirting with death, I'm
on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line h-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it
' me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park
idiot in a Volvo With his brights on behind me I lean out the window and scream "Hey, what cha tryin? to do, blind me?" My wife says, "Maybe we should park
, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up Will he style like this everyday I parlay Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay V.I.P., my shit parked
steal ya bling, bling You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it I got the next bitch rockin' ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park
been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields nigga These niggas will kill This ain't no cap-gun shots, nigga This a glock, pah, pah, It's death
Two) I was born with a chip on my shoulder Now that I'm older, momma's talking shit but I told her "Mind your fucking business" I love the girl to death
the same I ain't changed a bit, I speak words of pain From a frozen heart, lost what's left to lose I'm alone and what I promise is death to you And
