for your soul Your blood is on my hands A call for blood for what youv'e done No tolerance for what you've done A call for blood For what you've done
doing it" Well call me clueless cause I do this Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star Life is a course and I'mma shoot for Par I'm searching for
yes the bird is the word It go one for the trebble, two for the times, and three for my homies and four for the dimes Singin' lemons to the limes to the
m a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be be be be I'm a I'm a
Keri Hilson and i keep it talking for days, talking for days, talking for days, and thats LeBron James ballin for days, ballin for days, ballin for days
And I love you that way The phone rings in the morning You keep picking up half asleep At times, he'll call beaming At times he'll call you in defeat
telling what this bad boy feel inside. Blood hit you, sweat and pain be intensified. I'm feeling stranded as if I can't hitch a ride. Now I tell my seed men amise a
I meet a nigga who fronting It's alright 'cause you getting money and everybody want it Smoke a big sliff Get myself for a blunted Fall on the floor
me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not
a hospital and bank ya if you don't check out A cold blooded motherfucker, that's why they call me ICE Cause I'm a mad nigga once, a crazy nigga twice
killers live for drug wars and shoot outs You flipped your chip Motorola, called your hooker Told the ho to wet some towels up Said you had a little
A paragraph and a half he's stiff I start bustin' off barrages ear high Mothers grab for their children, tears fly I'm like a psycho in the microphone
, I'm sure I wont miss Say a prayer I don't care, I'm here for the money Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
1] I am not a human being Uhh, p-ssy for lunch pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block see a foot
, I'm just f-cking with you I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a muthaf-cker, ha ha Eh, a n-ggas calls object, call some bitches man I'm finna have some b-tches
gone Chillin', bags in the trunk full of FAO Schwartz for the chill'uns Spent a few shillings Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin' A
in love A kind of love that's destined For me It's on its way I won't be worried So for now I'll just provided For myself So forget we ever met I don'
sensation, injected with 7 bundles Raw element, U.S./Russian coalition 15 for half a crest, them drug lord's sniffing Yo, back to the massacre, bloods
