eyes go blind And I hurt to be you And I hurt to be you There for no one There for change No good reason No one came Half a life Cars move slowly
Traduzione: Love Spit Love. Half A Life.
riots by burning car tires, They looting, and everybody start shooting, Bullshit politicians talking bout solutions, but it's all talk, You can't go half a block with a
I'm a be the first black face on money Beleive it I bust guns by any means I got a oozie, a calico, a M-16 with a red beam Hit you all up in your head
signs like I'm a maaaaaason Nigga witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em Now with the pound, and I'm a lay
where you won't get spooked by a casper last of the second half who spoke and spat it kick the science and then math to add it life is a habit don't combat
Who be a alike, that's a little insight The strength be coming in numbers it's like dynamite No riddle right, spit it right, about some real life And
it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch More deadly than the venom that some anacondas spit The Marilyn Monroe, of the ghetto I'm a sucker for
' like a maccarel, thats foul most craziest, laziest all eye seein', blaze this majorness mechanic record on a beige disc pain, whatever level bankrolls frequent plain clothes Lex spit
were you expcecting Chorus (Arabface) x2 Bridge (QB) Come and take a look deep down in my eyes ? Come and take a journey in to my life ? Come and take a
m dope" is a lie, then I go out and smack em (come here) The truth come out the Himalayas, with a ??? and a snaggle tooth I'm takin y'all way back (WAAAAY BACK) rocking white jumpsuit abs and proof Love
through Half life gets spent behind a wheel Tryin to claim innocent while I assemble my appeal The blood and bones are pure as the tears You could skip a
as I mean everything set free in between these wings I could write a new joint and drop my view point Maybe cook up a hook and get a few coins A little
over decomposed flesh It's deeper, brown reefer, no beeper, low ceaser Outta sight, the life make the doe sweeter The raps Derrick Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer Love
rip necks of suckin a tech Either that or ice picks stuck in ya neck I play different I put a work stay consistent I love paper, plus a nigga praise commitment
session, but hold up The two-six beer made me grow up Came home to the damn same dream with no luck And half the clique strong, the other half moved
a K., bein ready to spray Make a muthafucka day, nigga be ready to spray [Chorus] [Verse 3] Spark the beef up like a lighter, i'm a gangsta rap writer Everytime I spit
