the one who will follow your rules / take a good look, do you like a fool? / just fuck your lies and your negativity / or maybe i?ll have to blame
picture You know father time and we all know mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration
and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine
in your head For wantin me dead, but I come to watch you suffer instead Like burnin your bed, cuz I dont want your blood on my hands That's not in my
it's influencing our minors And destroying our communities Officials say, "He's the Lord of underground rap And his music must be stopped" We got this
a dead man walkin' wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like
It wasn't me who shamed you It's not fair to say that You wanted to work I gave you a chance at that It wasn't me who hurt you That's more credit that
Verse 1: Mike G It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame Dealin' drugs on the
least hit 4 emeli sande: (chorus) it's a long day when your rolling and rocking, and the spin isn't stopping when you don't care where you are it's
! Chorus Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me! Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me! Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me! Dead
, cars rented, homie that ain't authentic Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a little timid Don't blame the nigga, blame America, it's all business
We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up Either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Now throw ya
s slightly retarded Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad Red, white Blue, black Calm down Move back Motherfuckers askin' Who is that? You know it's
J.R., Texas kids with the hee-haw And the DJ kids cut {*scratch*} It's strictly hip-hop, one two you don't stop It's Chubb Rock with the Chubb, and with
I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2 Who's to blame
Who pulled the trigga on the kid and layed him in his grave And after the prayers and the street parade Shit got forgot, and now he's dead And all the
my AK Buck 'em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress bed frame There's another dead, bang layin' lame put to shame, who's to blame
Preoccupied with homicide, tryin' to survive through this crime rate Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards Gunfire now they require may be closed casket Who can you blame? It's
