would and i would say it's all because you ask me why, i cannot lie and if you shout and i want out you ask me why oh just because (3x) the claimant
and i would say it's all because you ask me why, i cannot lie and if you shout and i want out you ask me why oh just because (3x) the claimant change
on the way to come swoop you up in the limo) [Cougnut:] Time to go my boy swoop me in a limo Louis and Rives bound to another funeral Just last week
heard it all Hip hop kept niggas alive, gave prefer to ball Some want to party, but some do I propagate against one of the brothers from my high school Real sad funeral
was killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just
with the Regime: (Nigga we gone ride) Bitch! Because... (You gone die) And then... (He gone die) But what... (It's a suicide) Because... (Bitch we gone
Yeah, it?s like wakin? up from a bad dream (America) Just to figure out you wasn?t dreamin? in the first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as
in the days You know, of reminising Just, just chillin Word Late at night, ah shoot it's damn near morning Check it out From shootouts at block parties
that's just my point of view That's just my view In a storm electric The lightning struck his head twice Now I'm a vegetarian Because the pig in the
, oh yeah Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the car Limos While they mom was at home, tears hittin' the pillow Where women in the middle in a seminal funereal
it all Hip hop kept niggas alive, gave prefer to ball Some want to party, but some do I propagate against one of the brothers from my high school Real sad funeral
and 187 sell a nigga ? ? So living gangstafied and gang banging You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there If they had a heaven for a gangsta Block parties
and 187 sell a nigga ?? So living gangstafied and gang banging You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there if they had a heaven for a gangsta Block parties
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
the tower Because there's a sadness in those eyes As the life and soul of the party dies No, you don't wanna be The life and soul of the party anymore
