Five years today So long and still it's hard Faces, memories, wishes All kept toghether by a thick yarn So grab your hopes and throw them in the
Tell me, was it really so hard? Is it the price you should pay? Tell me, was it really so hard? I've got something to say Cause nobody will ever
I don't know what you're looking for You haven't found it baby, that's for sure You rip me up and spread me all around In the dust of the deed of time
no one to blame but you You hypocrite, you knew it all But now your fuckin lies are burning down It's coming for the first time Tell me how do you
lips ashamed He's wrapped on his own pride Cause these are things she shouldn't see The meaning is simple Her words sound clear "Now it's time for
I can't sleep tonight He's still laughing in my ear Truth hurts less when truth's not told But his eyes were crying aloud Even if these words were
wing dinner I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7] Fuckin' boys up on superstar button I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7
Eso why you wilin' in your rhymes?" I had to get it out my system like "Movies for the Blind" [Chorus] He said he had a deathwish, the motherfucker proved it Suicide this, suicide
some quick shit, check You're a herb and uh, it's like this ("Ya better ask somebody") [Verse 1] You're a herb, if you say you dig all the time but can
their purpose Making 'em release info and exploding my surface I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless It's show time, there's no time,
High 5, High 5! High 5, High 5! [Rappers:] " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5! Awe, yeah, I like that s--t." When I arrive it's like
We rip tracks we spit facts, flip Lacs and grip gats They took my nigga out the game, but homie we gon fix that Northside time to ride, fuck with me like suicide
crack baby My bottle was brass monkey I developed a brain tumor,now I consume a half ounce of Rose I sniff bullets with my snub nose I grew up on the east side, 7
s cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop And it don't stop it never did The wicked shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit I'm contemplatin' suicide 24 7
say it one time, watch the whole world scream back G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide
mom and dad are the ones you can blame Jimmy died today He blew his brains out into the bay In the state of mind it's my own private suicide [Part
speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip And pop bullshit Turn up your stereo hops Insert the rhyme clip Roll your windows up Make sure it7s air tight
bum hip-hop,the other times slayer You don't like it Well stay out of my fucking way Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide
