I left a note on his dresser And my old wedding ring With these few goodbye words How can I sing? Goodbye old sleepy head I'm packing you in like I said
your dead can wait till dawn Duty bound, to die without defeat Awaken life immortal, one last bitter retreat Contact made - wait out Send command received
Im not ready for a funeral service opened the door, comic cool I got eye contact with the fool she talked about hI'm as if he was small come to find out
I done came across some of the baddest But I cant quite figure out ya status Be a piece of cake once I get it established Then I can get over the emotional maddness Eye contact
lets blaze it. You're my Supastar, Im you're number one fan by far, rollin in my blacked out car, tinted windows dropped made eye contact, as a matter
Find me in the end I am the soul collector Dressed in ebony There are no rules But only one There's someone young sister, Caught at the border Let's get in contact
some scouts out Keep a look out Send two or three niggas on the coast Standing post with they glocks out No problems Just follow instructions everything comes out
groupie The hoochie ate sushi and kept her coochie in Gucci I knew she was checkin' me out Then locked in her sight, she never lettin' me out We parkin
... ... ... (??) Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacked at Cuz that's the only one I could use When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out
up in your eye Keep it swingin listen to all of my bells ringin My get high has niggas wantin to start singin And this goes out to those that smoke out
Fox hittin' some Bray Ain't no reason to hate Nigga I ain't chosin' my fate I'm a pretty motherfucker Like a faggott wanna go straight So wait, and let
Love her and never cheating you eating and never skeeting Lean in the car and kiss me before she can get her feet in Eyy, That just mean that she couldn't wait
and a Gucci bag to match it Tell me you remember that baby girl, but lady never mind that Can I take you out later? And heres my contact Can you do me
air attacks Blow out busted internet, access info out your back Clip cut you off, I'm too advanced for your little cause Pole position, my verbal contact
all the world has to offer is obituary but I'll kill myself if I play another game of Pictionary Monopoly, Taboo, Bowling or even Guesstures Freaks are coming out
lock em in a room Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up
MCs on they death beads Either that or leavin' 'em walking on peg legs In various locations I'll be wylin' out at places I'm why they're running out Of