Why What hea?s afraid of? Why, Why I shot my friend? And I can't breath Everything, everything is done I cannot sleep But why, What is a friend for? Why I shot my friend
What hea?s afraid of? Why, Why I shot my friend? And I can't breath Everything, everything is done I cannot sleep But why, What is a friend for? Why I shot my friend
mess out of me And I'm sayin' - There's music in the way the weather hits my rusty coat But I don't give a damn without a place to go I could have shot
to a sound bwoy in The shot ti fly now that sound bwoy lie dead Two shots dead to dem chin, enemy or friend Fake the funk, I put the junk to a muthafuckin
I went to pull you off my dick and got the pliers stuck. You better run! Cause I'm probably the only one Crazy enough to shoot your ass with a knife and
brothas making noise alot I tear their asses about to foil the plot They got me trapped, now I'm strapped getting harder running from the cops as I try to cock my
came around He left me and my momma naked in a bucket, fuck it I make my styles marry the production, somethin Gotta give I murdered my kid cause now
we both on Take it the 'source', 'hip hop quotable', of course I'm pullin' out my 'roots', to breathe in my 'black thought' Let's be honest, I break a
I'm sly as a fox I can rocks I got smarts when they starts tradin shots they get dropped I pull my card I pull my card I pull my card NOT I use the rock
from a friend or foe (Who can be trusted?) Lord, I wanna be a baller, please But I been diagnosed with the thug disease [VERSE 2] ...gettin sticky when I
with the siren stuck Slammin the brakes Skiddin out cuz the tires suck I went to pull you off my dick And got the pliers stuck You better run cuz I'm
to judge agree Now I'm older with finesse, my style relate the best But we done the super facts, superb I'm not whack As I cruise upon the hill, the
I gots to go man, watch I come through watch I throw the West with my hand, go and get me some break em off with my palm, I gots to come through and I
't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar
Of That Bullshit We Both On take It The 'source', 'hip Hop Quotable', Of Course i'm Pullin' Out My 'roots', To Breathe In My 'black Thought' let's Be Honest, I
I'm sly as a fox I can rocks I got smarts when they starts tradin' shots they get dropped I pull my card, I pull my card, I pull my card not I use the
she's finding matches inside of my pockets that say I trip Which means I might get caught, lose everything that I bought The house, kids and the car, I know this sounds