care you know you dont know shit fuck your popularity contest i wanna see a murder contest why are you even here? who do you know and who fucking
ballin No time for stallin A .30 round clip and the shots I'm callin. Cuz in this game, when you livin it strange aim for the brain It's all for one and
expands one last time, did the dead...finished the crime but who are you who are you to rip the nail. who are you, who are you, who are you. I am, I
I know anybody can be touched You know what I mean? [Napoleon] Oh God forgive me Somebody please say a prayer for me Needed my parents But they was never there for
as a child had me scared, but left me prepared for a while Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw Veteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day
Pete Nice (Prime Minister)] In the heart of the city you was born and bred You grew up smart or you wound up dead Things moved fast, but you knew the
in chin shattered an nobody could recognize you when they found ya an they still don't know who downed ya. [Verse 9: Bart] This shit is deeper than you
you left here Who never knows just what's in store so tell me What you think about, when we're all alone? I just can't read you Why do you always leave
get your shines back for you homie, relax I send my little shooters right at 'em with Gats Hit 'em so hard they gonna send that back You know I know who
mind in a twirl When you think you know it all in a mad, mad world Look at Ethiopia, and what do you see? I said you can't tell the children from the
a carnival Have you any sweets for my weary kin? It's a carnival Have you any feed for my cheery grin? It's a carnival Welcome, play our games, you'll
hacking seeds up?s as american as ski up off a plastic d-cup. you?d think charlie brown was weathermen how i zig-zag around these yellow backs for peanuts
(give it up!) For the yesterdays, or the next I can assure you if there is I got the sword (dead flesh!) Aint no time left. (Keep ya head up now) Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss
food clothes medicinal variety for every plastic orange bottle for tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets suit the hellhounds with blades and chainlinks for the dead
, lyrical spiritual material Hittin' you like a literal miracle Settin' fire to the streets, that's my ritual Fossils of my rap book, left for anthropoligists
forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me What I got to do for you not to forget who bought you with that straight thug
Al-D:] I lost everything I had y'all, before all the fame So I remain the same, cause real niggaz don't change I shedded tears through the years, who