The hardest thing to do i have to let it go i gave it all i had i gave it my best shot but now time has come, i have to let it go but do i have
come in walls of three, I let 'em all have heat I'm a let you know, check your testicles Bet you're skeptical, with the letting go and wet you slow And
[Bone] Stop, everybody, what's that sound? AK-47, so ya better hit the ground Stop, everybody, what's that sound? AK-47, so get the fuck down! [Layzie
expect retaliation feel the playa hation Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop pop put him in the mud nigga
You'll never hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm dead [Chorus x2] Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead This life is like a nightmare
it's not what we expected we will pray we won't stop this we will not let it go we wont stop we're not letting go we wont stop we're not letting with
out of my skin and wish that I was dead again. Death take my hand and carry me to the light. you'll find me hung beneath heaven letting go without a
't even give em no money Gotta get made comin on up an now touch stone bone straight stop Cause a mob didn't wanna pick me up now why gotta go and stick
it, shake it for me, I'm letting you She go up and down, she go up and down So shake it, shake it for me, money, money, money, I'm letting you Go up and
Seven Ways For Me To Get Out My Mind And Let That Beretta Raise Or Pop The Shotgun Bet You Never Met A Guage Leave You Deader Than Dead Stop Your Breath
and my homies is having a barbeque Before I finish my whole sentence complete She was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the Westside, stopped
your mom's block Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock We gonna go this liar harm while his crying
the layers on the cake-a Thinking like Jimmy, Tami, oh it's low down Niggas be getting mad as I go 'round like Pac The shit don't stop, I hid the rock
ass nigga) (don't stop, don't stop) (hip hop, hip hip hop) yo my name I hip hop I be that nigga y'all tryna stop but before I go, I'm letting all y'all
of life that we know, being straight up thugs and I'm glad we made it Through all the hard times and pain we go through, we letting you know Lord you
stay home, rest up, I got enough gunning Homiciders Ballin' rag Rolls riders Blood letters Money getters Life betters The last thing I heard you say you said I was a dead
s a rumor being spread seeing dead coroners in mournings And our recount of the fact that theres no use in being boring I heard it said that words are dead
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (