make this right. so now i go out and do anything to forget all the things i never said, but i can't shake this regret. nothing you say can take away my pain
catch you off guard You're just a sarge, and your truth is fraud I'll take away your strife, cause you cats is broads My actions are flagrant, the rules
my 600 over juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye that it's them same niggaz that bucked at me but it wasn't my time to die ah pull out my thang
Why'd you take that away from me - Just one taste and I needed a little more of your sweet honey I want you to feel my pain I want you - don't walk away
my mind, I'm never gonna see my prime I'm getting mine's, by, any, means, necessary Karma, they're my adversaries Is it imaginary or just as scary That
ballin' supreme, look in my eyes And you can see the pain I'm feelin' inside, look in the sky And ask the Lord to be my strength and my guide, and wonder
: Crypt the Warchild] This be that murda murda I shall not speak no further After this it's hazardous My niggas pullin' burners Your weak shit don't concern
for your soul! [Verse 1] Take a knife, cut a slice Of my beautiful plastic life Take my shoes, see my view Im imperfect just like you Cover up all my
the devil and I sold my soul. 'Cause everything and everyone is old. (hey hey hey) I cut my lung out, I need a fix. You're my puzzle and my pieces fit
day one. So kill the hater, Replicator, Dissin with a foul tounge. Take my magic marker and blacken his fuckin left lung, With my box-cutter I'm a cut
into your underground Black Market recordin' shit, get focused Dis Siccmade, can't nothin' possibly take that away But if you make me mad, I get that rage Inflict pain
Who appose Cut Father Couldnt manage to erase me out the game Southeast 6-1-9 battle veteran Into competition I Victimize verb spray, ghetto wordplay Take shit
that you take away the pain From their family and their friends, please help us change Still warm my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank My girl Dee Dee
bond servants Stout conishman and Scotsman {Indeed sir endeed And if one of them runs away you couldn't tell 'em from any other Englishman But take our
C-Murder ain't gonna die in vain My ghetto ties got me living my life in pain See the world knows, we gonna be thugs forever You can take me out the
to the substances that threw some of my best friends out of focus who holds the vein contains poppy juice, notice the same strains that take away our pain
catch the glint ([E-Roc:] of my nine as they cut welfare twenty-five percent) And I dissent, as I clench and raise my fist (We did away with, that) so
