feeling for a while it's hard to admit but I got to get it off my chest I would sleep forever if there's peace in death and if you see god tell him that
been feeling for a while it's hard to admit but I got to get it off my chest I would sleep forever if there's peace in death and if you see god tell him
', like the hands on the clock I step live I think she see me puttin' out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life today
make MC's study from Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become Under the study with the sword above the head So he would keep in mind under the
'll cry My size vary at the murder scenes, homocide bag me Try to trace me back to my leader I put niggaz in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs
yo feet Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads Don't say I didn't tell you 'cause you gonna see
say? Is it the moth or the butterfly? [Billy Flynn] - You have sin in your soul. [Roxie Hart] - God, that's beautiful. [Billy Flynn] Cut out God. Stay
trapped duke Fuckin with them dirty ass niggaz, go take a bath duke Half-dead, wonderin how the fuck did ruck trap you My man hak-tu, got two, informants to trap
Break my back You won't break me All is black But I still see Shut me down Knock me to the floor Shoot me up Fuck me like a whore Trapped under ice,
burns you firmly And permanently upon this journey Through the journal of the book of life Those who took a life without justice will become just ice ice ice
hands on the clock I step live I think she see me puttin out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life today your hands
all the wrong places Keep eating from the dirty hands that feed me God knows no love for me I can't escape the things I've done Trapped under ice
I need a job ain't nothing coming free Could've got a one to three I try to school these shorties under me but they can't see From life to death so
that burns you firmly And permanently upon this journey Through the journal of the book of life Those who took a life without justice will become just ice ice ice
break my back You won't break me All is black But I still see Shut me down Knock me to the floor Shoot me up Fuck me like a whore Trapped under ice
it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads Don't say I didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future
