for me Gimme Little Death it's so romantic, oh, oh Fuck it up to death it ain't so tragic, no.... Gimme Little Death it's so romantic, Ah gimme something
me Gimme Little Death it's so romantic, oh, oh Fuck it up to death it ain't so tragic, no.... Gimme Little Death it's so romantic, Ahhh gimme something
me Gimme Little Death it's so romantic, oh, oh Fuck it up to death it ain't so tragic, no.... Gimme Little Death it's so romantic, Ah gimme something
man (Oh it's over then, it's over) Fuck all y'all niggas (It's over then It's over) It's not a game man, (uh-huh) We taking this shit over man You know
my nigga S-P And we don't smoke loot trick It's just some pure marijuana And fuck all y'all Don Juano's Come take a little trip with me Back Down Mafia
Z Dick] Here's a little somethin somethin to smoke to.. It's the DJ that's bringing you ain't nothing but guaranteed classic hits, on the station that's
bite Like a lightenin' bolt for a volt of molten mite Hazardiest to the average Volt and death strike To your neck right On target Bull's eye Then
methodology of bare-knuckle compassion A train wreck waiting to happen Spelled out in refrigerator magnets G-R-O-W-N-A-S-S-M-A-N, Duckin' his own death
Please have my cake A.S.A.P. I said A.S.A.P. before I let the K clap Hit em close range so I can see his face crack Then it's straight back stunt'n on
. And little black boys, and little white girls will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at?Is that where it's at now? Them little blacks
a corny man My temper's quick though I'm a cool individual Some idiot tried to claim I was doing some dirt Cause I wore cuortoroy's and a sweatshirt But
niggas man (Oh it's over then, it's over) Fuck all y'all niggas (It's over then It's over) It's not a game man, (uh-huh) We taking this shit over man
for action is here [P.E.A.C.E. - Haiku de Tat] This is a P.S.A. to the P.S.C. and the P.P.D. Mumia Abu Jamal must be set free How would y'all like it
a new pair of Levi's and Used to think the cops were so motherfuckin friendly Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin ?G' My homies motherfuckin head like a
and glocks you know how we roll cause p.d. is dirty as me tryna see a real g shacked down but I'm tryna stay free fuck the police n.w.a said it and I
of war Then we sort of, uh, exchange P.O.W.'s, right? And when they get us, clear us of all our charges, we let the big bosses live a little bit longer
vicinity Tryin' to run shit on our side of the map Get blown back with artillery It's a known fact we're rivaled by many But that don't mean a thang A little more quantity But a higher quality's