, away from home again My premontions, complete nonsense my fried So many reasons why, i make the same mistakes mistakes to kill, mistakes to kill So
what time it is Westside, Death Row (Dogg Pound) e'rybody killer Bad Boy killer, {?} killer (Thug Life, Death Row) E'rybody killer, fuck all y'all
go of what I need the most I always wanted to be what you had wanted from me and all I hope is you forget this. I know I've made so many mistakes, but
Look out you bitch, you [B.G.] Watch out for 2 twos [Mannie] Automatics, with the static that ya talkin Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes From
As me and mine recline in shade Cause now we're getting paid like crime Krill, with the skill to kill while I'm on your will Ill, with the feel for what
don't know you better just come on and get with it Hanging with my boys and we're kicking it [Dres] With no tricks the fix comes with dope fiend precision
s holding weight Don't make no mistake, we'll take your bricks My homies getting bread, got homies in the FED PJ hoe I'm a killa for real, you fuck with
crack Beyond the dark gates with no way back His crown of gold faded to black Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers With thrill-kill culture shock
Dope:] Skin seperates from bone Seperates from bone One hot flash of metal Now your on this earth alone Laying face down in you're own blood With
is out here set trippin IN FLINT read about three murders a week, we aint no metropolition city but game runs deep THIS IS FLINT dog about a hour from
with Doncril he on deck with Santrel Rollin' bleezy like Terry McMillian wait to exhale My nigga Will stay off Stocka Some city got hot bitches but on Crenshaw it's hotta From
Spock, Rock... To my own tune, Lil tune My stomach hurtin' My shit is dropping real soon Kill whom and whoever for whatever That barrel longer than a word with
ll write letters on white paper Expressing my deep disappointment Dripping where I stand from my watery hands Hoping to get passed the open bedroom door With
Quick as you squeal, I'll appeal It's kill or be killed, In this world of free steel Every crew's a game, Wearin' blues is strange From how you move you
gets closer You dive for the thrill at the kill and your heart?s had its fill But it still creeps closer You wanted to freeze but your weak in too deep
scooby doo wee Like a jazz player, I improvise wisely Free with the style, I flow like the Nile but remember, don't mistake the smile Deep rooted is my