can't help to pity the fool that's in you I can't seem to brush off the fact that you're helping the problem One word contributes to this mess If society
slower this round Technical retardation sound round one sound the hardest Heartless Heartless harvest, farthest, farenheit alotted The hot shit, hopped up and shifty Shift shit sickly, monster
we'll erase you're past, You can scare us all you want, but the squad ain't Bailing, what is everybody yelling? monster, monster! [Time:] One hundred
the way he flamboyantly shook his hand When he would wave to her She thought nothing of it And just shoved it in the closet Until the day that word dripped
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand when he would wave to her She thought nothin of it and just shoved it in the closet Until the day word dripped
a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the
I don't care... if I never get over you... I don't care... if I never get over you... [Nipsey Hussle:] Look, sprung is not the word We so deep in lust
a mack 10 On Criminal Isle, it's two double o seven The white buildings, see your houses and graves in Stay blazin', one way out, one way in B.D.F.N.,
bleed out the eye socket Out smarted any fool that ever tried to come close The barrel of my snub is pointed right above they nose Bullet holes cover your close
with roses 'Cause she's always by my side Everything will be okay Everything will be alright If I can get away from her And save my worthless life. [Spoken Word] Day one
the maniac street monster ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] It's time to get funky, so you better represent ("I'm the calm one,
and Pepa is a team Mad Lion representin' VP, you know how we do You 'bout to say to yourself, what what Say one, then some The paper, can't understand, uh One
player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the
player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city
said "Look,there's Monster growin under his arm" We were so shocked we couldn't even run (uhgh) And they declared his arm public enemy number one
way he flamboyantly shook his hand When he would wave to her She thought nothing of it and just shoved it in the closet Until the day that word dripped
way he would wave his hand When he would wave to her, she never though anything of it And just shoved it in the closet until the day the word dripped
your mind, in your mind One foot on Jacob's ladder And one foot in the fire And it all goes down in your mind In your mind, in your mind Sunday words
