Till death do us part. You?re still safe, crossed my hart She shook here head and gave me a blow for breakfast Till death do us part God I know we don
when that guy ripped us off We borrowed a gun to get him, we were so pissed off We shot his leg. he was a dick, anyway It felt good to burn. felt like a
it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap
your faith, your imagination won't believe it It's ill, you can't conceive it Any nigga can make a baby, it takes a man to be a father Why bother, you
drama bitch what? We can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel Is he real is he real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill
B, D double E P with Bounty Killer No other gun runners keep a round like this From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death Whether
in the ground A thin red line, between war and peace Sometimes we creep on all fours behind enemy lines We look death in the face, on a daily basis We
the 9 someone handle my phone Buts it's too late dirty harry how I handle the chrome Put a hollow in a high hat how I dismantle a song Out in miami I'
all yall niggas who say I dont like you [Bugz] Im a brand named guy Who loves to stay high Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size A bitch
yall niggas who say I dont like you [Bugz] Im a brand named guy Who loves to stay high Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size A bitch named
An old mans name is Johnson He had a mansion on a hill A brand new car, a lumberyard And a big ol'stack of bills Folks around these parks say he could
mentioned Listen up I got a brand new invention Made from a musician it's notes are played crisp But listeners listen to what I wrote on a disc Copywritten
lights Cig killed the rap game, they mourn in death Fight over a girl? please, I'm yawnin' threats Cause I fuck like I ain't got a mornin' left Only thing
Hi-C] Threw on a beanie, 'bout 12:37 With thoughts on my mind of a 211 Threw on my fresh socks and my stomping boots A brand new pair of brownies and
call too many emotions turned into a Coogi night Miscommunications I had plenty fights But sort it out with my niggas I got love for him A deep breath a
will defy So we make our stand and pray On this declaration day Give me liberty or give me death I'll fight 'till my last death
with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can