We sit and stare while our lives go on without us num and content while our insides rot robbed this with our this shit own consent this shit sucks
nigga, [French Talking] [Brisco:] It was just me and her, we all alone at the palm [? ] Protect me Lord if I fall Jesus, And pussy niggas evil, See
fuck off [Stan] Fuck y'all! This ain't phone sex, I'm hangin up. [Pack] "Say What...Tone's Flesh!?!?! And Paper Cuts!! Stan! Don't kill him!" [Tone] Awww
ll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erased Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase I'm givin him terror, for the new millenium
to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him
or day Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away It'
in the do', shot him in his head,took his cheese and left him murked..Im that Bitch! Chorus Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black tee,ones, and
and low, nigga I'm searchin' 11 deep in the (2000) new Ford Excursion Me and my nigga P. - brother Diesel and Wee Bell - Tyriq and Fat - Kay - Powder and
white And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price FYI, I never been robbed in my life" Or -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her
, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself going underground
They don't even trust you and that mother cause you robbed it before Got you a sack of that yack and snored it, and snored it up Than robbed another nigga
so poor We take afflictions of the addicted and serve 'em And keep 'em sick and it's hurting so we get rich and it's workin' But when you flip and reverse
what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself
They're sugar and spice and everything nice But when you get 'em home ain't no telling what you find Right next door is a little old man I seen him eating
's and holding MAC's But we know time ain't rolling back And hungry hyenas, they ain't folding jack So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep hunting And
fuck on any time or day Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him
've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time you realized that it's goin' down You would find yourself going