irony Just know, I'll always be a part of you, you'll always be a part of me Just know, I'll always be a part of you, you'll always be a part of me But
me, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun I can't
met a dime chick named Samantha A dancer, cats who crawling like a panther She was a freak, Gentlemen's Club, four days a week And even know I use to
wait for your album drop, and flop in the streets And what in the fuck Cluck, you just begging for a break You say you don't rap for free, that's why
name on my mind. The only name, that mattered so much. Is the one whose words I crushed. There's no use for this burnt out match A dozen puzzle pieces fall
in my life, and baby it's do or die Fall or floss, small or cry could mean slow suicide On these streets scratching for my keep, grinding for my people
cocked with a beam It's a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine Ain't no more waiting, I'm fin to take what's mine I'm a Guerilla Maab nigga, in the
, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a F, I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin' gun I can't believe
a rolling stone, I'd roll until I flew. [DMX] Come on! And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you. [ODB] Don't y'all give a fuck? [REPEAT
nights dumbing with the dumbest Sporting the fourth floor I bought it from fiend for seven hundred New faces, screw facing niggas from a distance One time, wait to take a
ain't nothing like them hoes in southern California I knew a bitch named Irvine She had a cousin with the name Santa Ana It was short for Anaheim I
a hand on the pump by the big black trucks (Fools) You can't trust a soul in the city of angels The strange hoes want a piece look at these lame hoes
cruise the hood Like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party Chorus Verse 3: khujo You know we don't use the goodie name to pack they function
the noise won't stop They don't stand a ghost of a chance, but they try A side of my mind tell me to get em Bloody side, lettin it ride Even when a couple
up for what you lack? I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap To crash in a world hurting, waiting for they turn to take a nap Sorting through bills,
into my sight No use to run or to try for flight If I've seen you and feel you're the right Jigsaw-puzzle-piece I need To fulfill my ongoing deed Of
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
a glorious victory for the British spirit, Nor an heroic defeat of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to