a suitcase and i am coming with you the the west coast but it's not my home but they know that i'm good at keeping things in my chest in my chest
in his casket -- the aftermath More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry They're relocating to the cemetary Got me worried, stressin, my
it pierces my chest and I can't stop dropping everything I thought we'd be sexy together thought we'd be evolving together I thought we'd have children
pulsating through my hand Switch my focus to my enemy, plotting devestation [Clear the mind, clear the soul) before engaging confrontation Place my fist upon my chest
a kite Electrocute emcees who battle weak- wait awhile My flow is like death row- have a seat Every sentenced executed every time I said a verse My frequencies
my apostles who grow Why you posture for gold? You perpetrate for platinum Serve the fake for satisfaction Resurrect For respect With my mic check Don't write checks my
hot I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind That's why I ain't thinking
holes in my chest, it's all good Man I even died for my hood, muthafucka I put it down for the hood I ride for the hood And all my muthafuckas is up
wonderin, what my whereabouts The same shit, don't wear out Peep my dress codes, niggas fear it now Lil' Free tear it down, where your chest at? Killin
go (Ooh wee) It's like a group of happy children Yo, it's such a feelin' To see all of my live nigga's carry on now Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate
you with it From in my soul to every word that I curse with all the agony expressed in this verse; let me ask my niggaz (why?) My niggaz tell me (why)
the way we all feel alone every single day and I'm 18 and couldn't wait to move out it's been five years and now I'm starting to doubt whether all my
no thang, got me back where I started In a box, with my homies, waitin for my next target Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet Shootin up shit everywhere Every city in every
My momma kick me out, at only fourteen I ain't cried out for no long I know means I started doing push-ups to get my chest better I knew I had to man
murking a nigga at random Get out a Dodge like I'm car jacking you for your Magnum I walk around like I've got a S on my chest Sick Side or New West, my
Woman is my first and last breathe. Your plight is my plight. It weights heavy on my chest but not compared to what's heavy on your breast. The water
time that I died Cuz I know now that I'm a mad scientist Eyeing formations from the top of skyscrapers that dwells within my craters Now it's dark and
out through you butthole [Violent J:] My eyeballs are black My tears drip like oil I fuck holes in my yard And grow children from soil [Shaggy