s still as clear as the day that I...I left you tangled up in red with your thoughts wrapped inside your head. I stopped your voice. I gave you a piece of my mind
still as clear as the day that I...I left you tangled up in red with your thoughts wrapped inside your head. I stopped your voice. I gave you a piece of my mind
piece I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin Forgive my
I hear you screamin peace But we can't find peace til my little ni**az on these streets get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear
they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the police Nigga, you know that's true
see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves If you aint got a penny, mind the glove No love Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
can you have a childhood and you have a funeral every motherfucking weekend And you motherfuckers talking about peace? Nigga, it ain't no motherfucking peace You
(nigga) We been gettin along fine just without you Me, my brother, and my mother So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS.. fuck you! [
dentures Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless that my
think about you Do you ever stop to wonder If I'm still digging you Don't you wish that you could fall through And get it like you used to Do you ever
about you like you think of Bristal Do you ever think about me? The way I think of you Do you ever stop to wonder If im still digging you Don?t you wish that you
And I can?t even sleep Stress running my mind Got diamonds but don?t none of em? shine My heart is heavy Every problem weigh a ton at a time Stay
you, slash you, knife you, mask and glove, midnight you But just not write you, cause I ain't like you You're just a fad, your double-time raps? Just
punks to dust Weak studio gangsta, you can't fuck with us We live the streets, give streets the piece Defeat weak emcees and bust heat to eat My love
died Or somewhere locked up, my niggas locked up That's why I pray to you, say what I say to you Thank you for Swizz Beatz, to him you bring the heat
(starshines) My computer is future shockin? download this and you?ll start talkin? upgraded, you?re now walkin' compatible with all that is rockin?