Testi:
Dirty R I P

I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go Now everytime I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy

I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go Now everytime I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy

Paula and me and P-A-T You gave us all, L-I-F-E I thank God for you, and all that you do And I'm gon make sure, all your dreams come true We had some

Verse 1] I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? I go to war with one nine I work, you see mine, But I ain

't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and

kind of man am I? I'm way off, if you think I'll take a day off This ain't Ferris Bueller (what?), I'm not camera fry Kick the sand in your eye Ground

came to R-O-C-K ya and shake off them haters And when they ask me where I'm from I say Eastside Decatur I suppose I'm colder then H 2 O froze I'm sitting

rip keep me I'm rollin squeeky and what you want call it witta .45 in my pocket and I'm a young alcoholic Like P-Folks I had to make it happen Sacramentos

P-E-L-L, R-A-P-E-L down to W-E-L-L WolfGang [K-Solo:] Start at your head, I end it quick and end your ass Send your career on a collision course; then