a cruel price for what they call life Dealt with it briefly took him out that night Some ask why must they hate the look in his eyes Like the child
shaft restin on a hoe's tongue (word) Sippin Dom Perignon while she sippin up them newborns Yeah, bet ya hate the news holmes (nigga!) He probably somewhere
Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand I guess thats the way it was planned [Hook: Cormega] There's a a thin line between love and hate
you're salsa dancing with confusion When no one's your friend except needles and addictions Without your enemies and your problems you'd feel alone But I guess that's why we write fiction
for the fundin? or the fans But for a chance to say somethin? It wasn?t in the plans at first It was sad days half ways to graduation Cap and black cape makin? job applications I hate
Eastend, my friend, And round here you gotta watch your back 'cause everyone's bent, Bare man who think they're rough just 'cause they're shotting the peng, Hating on Plan
restin on a hoe's tongue (word) Sippin Dom Perignon while she sippin up them newborns Yeah, bet ya hate the news holmes (nigga!) He probably somewhere
cruel price for what they call life Dealt with it briefly took him out that night Some ask why must they hate the look in his eyes Like the child an