Testi:
Fucked Up Life In Paper

She may be gone but I am not the cause. You left your role with your passive voice. Our outcome is not your choice. Tried to set the tone and tense. This life in paper

leaving trails on the freeway Ain't no instant replay, man we wetting niggas up It's so hard to lose my touch, but I'm betting niggas up Stacking paper cutting papers

Samples by Alchemist:] ?Looked up the dj, and said may I? [Large Proffesor] ?Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives? ?Lit it up, like the 4th of

holds me down, my... hold me down Cause I put the rush... nigger we bust em up Cop... ready to blow your block off the map Thug life nigger live with

hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game

Feelin fucked up in this bitch. Smoke half a ounce to the head. Drop the top. Indo. Hawaiin. Lansbread. Buddha. All that shit. I'm fucked up in this motha fucka

court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him Sold a half a million

yeah [CPO] Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have

'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up