, not forgotten. Rewond and recorded over. Gone so no one will see, gone so I can never be. THE SAME! Waters all over these pages. It's not true, there
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doe) Hand me the scale, so I can weigh that yay I be here, till the night bring back day (get that doe) The Mob is true nigga (what do you do nigga) I
these are the ways on which I was raised, These are the ways on which I was raised, But I never wanted to kill, I'm not naturally evil, Such things I
to another If you've gotta fuck, don't fuck yourself Use protection for others, if not yourself 'Cause people are fuckin', and this is true What you don
t give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission
your hands up [Verse 1: Tupac] Now I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers When they scrappin' Blast and watch em' back up Notorious biggie killer
you can depend The way that we fight, with metal in our veins Confidence and fortitude to the final stroke True brothers stand together proud to make the kill
in my Louie bag (Louie bad) Magic Johnson flow I'm more then I'll (more then I'll) I murder tracks (I murder tracks) I'm lyri-kill (lyri-kill) My mind
niggaz who got fear, of blastin, you too near I've seen big time ballas get took out the game of playa hater-izm, victim, but not my nigga Rame sharper
[Icee B] Never backin down from a punk cause I'm a villain Not afraid to kill, I created the word 'killing' Bein ruthless is the way that I'm comin up Not
50 Cent: U Mean That Bigg Money.. Not That Lil Money..That's Ma Nigga Yay I Know He Kill For Me Hook: (South Siiiiiiiiiiide [X8]) [50 Talkin Ova Hook]
[Verse 1] A backstreet killer a 5th ward assassin So raise the fuck up muthafucka when I'm blastin My buckshot: buck*buck*buck buck 'em down till they
Chorus] Aiyyo break 'em (bust 'em) kill 'em (crush 'em) Y'all ain't built for this rap shit (fuck 'em) Y'all get killed for that madness (true) The time
If may surprise you dog, but we ain't alike A K-Swiss kick thug just ain't a Nike The name's Esoteric, I possess true skill You a flash in the pan like
that hard since 93 niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me I've been the G you're trying' to be I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers and killers true
this thing called rhyme Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second I could write some shit down that could get a gold record Thought about not
if not they went to college And, thank you Lord, for makin my bin and I swored And I'm glad I don't feel like I have to kill to pay the bill [Eightball
