way in We're safe for now You can lay back down Keep your head down They'll think we're asleep I'll know that you're there Cause I'll still feel you breathe
it's way in we're sittin' down you can lay back down keep your head down they'll think we're asleep although you're there because i'll still feel you breathe
thought i left you all behind, when you feel out of my mind, thought i made it clear that i just didn't want to be, near you, comply again, we can never
the moon When my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out BOOM Who wanna see me in the challenge? So merciless I'm terrifyin niggaz in my ballads, do you feel
I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so use to the hood That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good I was just a baby still
pumpin slugs in these other thugs (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath Every step could be death 'til you blast And be the last nigga left, then
bow down thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up first nigga gettin' drugged out
G's loc'ed out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin
and bust a sweat, then I'm gone Left you on yo' own girl Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right Maybe
wantin' more Every day is a test, yes I try hard But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath I pray to God that the woman that I left at home All alone Ain
got to believe man Now I breathe in, breathing out is so easy [Chorus] [Verse Three] Last verse but I got a lot more to say Got a partner named Jay from around the way Breathe out
an out when we ride cuz we on a mission for riches nigga feel this, laced up by realas, dealas an killas that give a fuck about ya feelin's, cuz nigga
Magnify Everything about you is to justify To feel my pride Ready to catch a fistful Now I'm coming at ya like the crack of a pistol Duck! Said ya run out
pass Smoke fumes from the mic might make you gasp For another breath, it's a slow death Fight, you tried, but you died, now who's left? Dead on arrival
ait to breath She no neccessity to me, I got game like the NBA Pro bitch, I know shit My nickname NFL, a Nigga Fucking Loaded I'm rich like them white boys out
think i`m going down Running throught my mind, feel i`m left behind (wake up, wake up) Running throught my mind, think i`m going down Running trought my mind, feel i`m left
