are your fears My love is your tears Who's gonna save you when we're alone? Those glossy eyes and your quiet moan Quiet moan I wanna bury your soul (
your fears My love is your tears Who's gonna save you when we're alone? Those glossy eyes and your quiet moan Quiet moan I wanna bury your soul (inside
s dealin crack is insecure He will do whatever he can to make you ensure Of your life, your mind and your body and soul Close the crackhouse We gotta
bitch to do me nick naming me hollow tip With a stand off clip that'll kill your click and will kill your brain If you can't maintain better slow your
of urban tears Dedicate my life to Allah, each bar's a star Far from Mars, for vengeance my opponents die hard Panasonic electronic thoughts Cut short your life support Half deceased enemies are buried
star When I grow up I wanna be like them My life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like them My life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna
(How do we get ahead?) I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so military Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried Was it me, the weed
'm floating like the breeze With my roots strong like trees I'm filtered in your memories Holding a candle light vigil Saying a prayer My name is graced Buried
my face and they bury and bitches dyin to hurry and still i ride im never worry mr makavali tell me to ride and ima ride pick my enemies out the crowd
a bitch to do me nick naming me hollow tip with a stand off clip That'll kill your click and will kill your brain if you can't maintain Better slow your
of urban tears Dedicate my life to Allah, each bar's a star Far from Mars, for vengeance my opponents die hard Panasonic electronic thoughts cut short your life support Half deceased enemies are buried
it on, fo' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far Just sell me your soul, and live the life.. (of a ghetto star
your head You refuse to hear I'm the face that you have to face Mirroring your stare I'm what's left I'm what's right I'm the enemy I'm the hand that
seein my face and they bury and bitches dyin to hurry and still i ride im never worry mr makavali tell me to ride and ima ride pick my enemies out the
