they? Can they, ha? I spit it through the wire man It's too much stuff in my heart right now man I'd gladly risk it all right now It's a life or death
it with you And it?s so classic that you want to blame the whole situation on me Now let?s see, I aint saying I was perfect But you played your little games Was it worth it
Big I., red eyed, mad blunted You step outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded With the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out From, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's
be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates but
stars show up It really doesn't matter to me It doesn't matter, babe There's no love like a dog's love There's no love, there's no love No matter what
drank snake blood Got himself clean Now back in the club And that's where I've been in this song But it's stalling tears This playboy life's too much
you? Or will you tell lies, 'cause it's easy to do? You have to know that it's not a game 'Cause I'm here to stay, this child bears my name My blood
the Pharaoh Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still shermed out Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, rest and burn
go. We know what went wrong, and I know your mom is laughing, and it's your aunt's baby's daddy in Cinncinatti. Wonder why bitch happy.. [Look at you
he scared to smoke a primo Gotta go whether fiends in the clique that's a no no Gotta make that money, man Gimme all my change It's a murder thang,
and put in the back and I murder a nigga, stead put in the, shoot it! if it aint black owned then we loot it, Burn this bitch down, lets do it! We aint
down, Nigga show some love, ain?t no hoes in ta us We can swing the bus, we can share some blood, Blood blood, blood-blood-blood-blood, blood, Let a nigga
'bout my game, can't take shit light Rich today, be broke tonight I duck the pin 'cuz I seek the light On my grind, my grind's my life My life's my
your blood on my hands That's not in my plan, to unstrap it and murda ya man, I murda ya man And I go home and got your blood on my clothes, and I'll
told My old homeboy was robbin' me, and that's 3 cold I said '3', It's all intentional, 'cause 2 don't count When your own bloods bitter and your homeboys
a glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and yuk with the l-g in the makin' It's
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired They tell me there's a peaceful place, I wanna see it They say I gotta leave it to see it, so it be it
So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close But I got a buncha obstacles If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle Now everybody's