yours too, son You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day Time has a way of breaking you down Piece by piece
too, son You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day Time has a way of breaking you down Piece by piece
I'm a changed man Hey turn the lights up Still ballin', 2pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look [Verse 1: Tupac] By age 16
know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death
blades right before I ate grenades Then I swam with Crocodiles in a pool of Gatorade And this might be, Murder-Death-Kill part 3 But since then me and
you to death by electric chair [Some guy laughs] [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda
play 'em right you prevail - you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction Cause I, could look at the piece
make me, P-Folk, brake bread I'm tied up to it, I'm dread, like it said 'you live by the sword, you die by the sword' These niggas don't know they got
I ain't afraid, I ain't afraid to kill And I ain't afraid to die, motherfucker [Chorus x2] [Verse Three:] A punk can be controlled by death threats
breath'll last I put him in a leather mask Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas Then watch him grab his neck and gag Watch the nigga choke to death
Laureate is reserved for the name G My lyricism amplifies every letter written +Rip the Jacker+ spittin' inside a Zero Vector System Murder murder murder
Death Living In This State Uncontrolled Vengeful Mutant Evil Creature Unrelenting Thirst For Blood Dying By The Way Nightmares Told Murder Murder Murder Murderer
tears i've cried [sung w/ adlibs by Chino] I've cried So much pain inside [sung w/ adlibs by Chino] Inside Niggas this ain't over til it's over [sung w/ adlibs by
poverty Never fooled by Satan's jealousy Until my heaven inherits me... [verse 1] I won't lie, some nights I feel like I've been forsaken by God victimized
Scott La Rock was dead I'm fearless, I'd rather enlist in a war Instead of listening to this party like a rock star bowl shit My brain should be taken apart piece by piece
s death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact But beyond that, any rappers death
take a scared nigga to kill me If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty [Chorus x2: Ja Rule] It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
