, you'll lighten up my load my back is broken, maybe i should just stay home you say, you'll hold me in these times so wrap your arms around me, and ease
ground and feeling what you've seen I wanna scope you out I wanna be your eyes and show you me When are you coming back When are you gonna burn that broken
you should wait around to see if they care But go ahead and see it will be one of your worst fears to be Gave your heart away not much left to say and
s dissin gets broken down So just sit down, clown, or I'm smackin ya Cause I'm rough, yet smooth as an Acura So capture my stature and rapture And I'll
tell me it's going to be okay. can't you see i don't care anyway. hear the sound of broken bottles in the street. see the smoke. schools burning to the ground. burn
it ain't yellow Get out of the borough If u know it ain't thorough Niggas play ball, AWOL, on the furlow Still came down on the furl and pumped hero Red and
and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and
, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem Get worldwide
niggas turn hoes and no one knows The cons and pros, of how this game goes I was told, the world is cold and I'm getting old And I also have a son to
you've grown, it's etched in skin and bone Dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses That's hollow and tasteless where the spirits make love And
first time, and the last, these broken pictures of a face I can not ignore you eyes, yes your eyes, so blue!!! Yesterday ignites a star that is burned and
rock on and, yeah Gotta go and... on and, on, yeah Rock on and, we don't quit Rock on and on and on and Rock on and, yeah! Rock on and... on and... on
ear and a NFL fitted well let's get back to business give me a track and I'll kill it paying hospital visit's me and J Roc The Illest track dieing and
see the rain is falling Inside I'm slowly dying But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying And you Don't you know my tears will burn the pillow
] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke
me Yeah... Here we go Turn it up Let's start From block ta block We're snatchin' hearts And jackin' marks And tha punk police can't fade me And maybe
Now the tables have turned around You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down And now Bush can't stop the hit Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse And
