my mind. Your words hold no weight but they?ll be unending Just like tonight If words could kill I?d find the words to tell you how I feel If the truth
mind. Your words hold no weight but they?ll be unending Just like tonight If words could kill I?d find the words to tell you how I feel If the truth
) (Givin ain't shit, but see, takin is a method) (So if I kill up shit, fuck it) (D-Loc's the name) (Name was Richie Rich) (Call it what you want to) (If
I be the baddest see when I see when I spit I become the maddest And kill 'em until the blood SEEK THROUGH! Front if you want but you know who the top
for the name G My lyricism amplifies every letter written +Rip the Jacker+ spittin' inside a Zero Vector System Murder murder murder, kill kill kill drills
hard to say good-bye at the funeral home whats goin on 4 nights and a rainy day to the cemetery found Id be home Come close to a call for mama she sees
won't stop until your blood runs down the street drain I got an idea, give me a minute And if it makes sense, then get with it What if we could take our
open mic you wrong if you think I'll leave with no check in hand and if I don't I'll file a lawsuit (FUCK E-FAM !!!) [PackFM] Word? Well FUCK YOU TOO
I just tell myself, I have to go on living I have to keep on breathing, even if it kills me And in time, my words ring true: Babe, you know I love you
Das EFX] "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" [Big Shug] Word to Joe Frazier, got ta do what pays ya Give a nigga pain, like displasure But close
pawn, let the gun show 'em We could happily leave the convo', I got an arsenal I'd Dress to Kill, Swingin' Swords Where I Rest At It's Blood for Blood
seniority Rhymin since Knowledge and Quality wit college degree (Kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if
news and what I saw wasn't good The police had shot another youngster right in my hood I shook my head in disbelief that this could happen again That this time it was close to home
it on stop. If you wanna come and drop a lyric, there is no topic. But if you had it, you still couldn't rhyme You still couldn't write in beat to dis
words he once told Is he coming, is he goes only God knows So fuck that, I ain't gone quit till my last stage So if I live by it, I'ma die by it I got
close curtains and fuck patients When i kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme My black ass is so hungry i'll take a bite out of crime And it'll hurt if
