Testi:
Killing The Dream Picking Up The Pieces

And now you've come so far and climbed so high, and all it cost were the words we built ourselves up on. Another step. Just one more time. Why turn back

your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up And that's how you body a

this place. Something that I did that I need to change, but I cant take the strings away so tell me this is fake. FAKE!! AND EVERY DAY I TRY!! I cant pick up the pieces

Corleone I'm on my way to Rome Not to rock the microphone, to make a pick-up Like April 15th I'm tellin y'all to stick up Big up to my people, the hustlers

gone baby Just like the old days Letting the world flow through me Just a parasite in a line I'm smoking, killing the time How long?s a piece of

I am done When I came to this school, I was a fool I tried to be cool, but I drowned in the pool I was washed up, left for dead, chopped in pieces,

So pick up the gloves, Put down the toys, While I pick my weapon of choice(s) I have made, I regret, but you know, I'll pick up the pieces and earn some

up (Would ya give it up) To get everything you want (I can feel the love) Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up (Would ya give it up) To get

't get it confused I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me Infa