How much deeper can pain get, I'm ready to aim and click Reminiscing and missing you, and all these plans we had What can a nigga do, pull out some brew And
work, filmin different features Leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown And to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead and gone And
hearin wankstas talkin greasy Whether broke or rich my friend Nasir bring that career to an end And I'm bored with you MCs B Ya'll beneath me And my
the schoolin Y'all got y'all, sneakers and beepers, your dutches and reefas We got our, eight tracks and sneakers, our hookers and reefers My work is,
bitch might miss you. But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friend. I probably oughta
the Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then I'm
years ago woah wo woah wo woah wo. Verse 2 Sticks an stones break bones but what i say'll hurt you worse, leavin you feelin dead an buried like your
, filmin different features Leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown And to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead and gone And