you looked nice Witcha Royal Blue suit on, half ya face gone It's time to pay up when the bodies catch the spray up Evil that's still in these streets
challenge was answered, in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor. Just for a moment I stood there in silence, Shocked by the foul evil
six tires Cuttin' throats leave'em hangin' like ropes Dead bodies is what you find, niggas be dying slow Killa's gone ride wit' lows My nigga L be teamed
street dreams and quick cash is difficult You find you get the same high cheap from sniffing dope Now I?m shooting with the neighbourhood people Nobody could save me from evil
music they was producin But my niggaz aim precisely, through the confusion - AND [Chorus] [Crooked.I] I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers shoot
bout how much ammunition that I got in my tank Yeah, yeah, now y'all scarred cuz I'm talkin revolution What ya rather see me dead by a fuckin execution
when I compete they voted If a dead man could talk You would ask him who done shooted I always get suluted off the map you got rooted The Knightowl's fuckin gone
see and I can feel it It's all in my bone And ain't no tellin' when you living You're dead, you're gone for sure We go through this war I thought you
, if anyone asked They took my life but couldn't find my [Chorus] [Promoe] 21 chika grams I've sold (With each man must hold) Stay in the zone ('Til he dead and gone
challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat; The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor. Just for a moment I stood there in silence, Shocked by the FOUL EVIL
t trust nobody money's the root of all evil I can either be your best friend or your worst nightmare (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone
chase Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face And them fake niggas hate, so I started different ways And even when I'm dead and gone My legacy
My challenge was answered, in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor Just for a moment I stood there in silence Shocked by the foul evil
yo Aight.. put it down yo June 21, 2001 Timothy McVeigh is executed And the country breathe a sigh of relief Goodness prevails over evil, it seems Somehow when he's gone
then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die) Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown Well if them niggaz catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone Kill em
she bounce right back She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead Run for your life before she
challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor Just for a moment I stood there in silence Shocked by the foul evil
shot Lord bless his city that's why shoot, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up always nigga, always that's why
