much the same You took what was not yours Went against your own bible You broke your own laws Just to out do the rival But did you ever apologize For the hundreds
and my DJ rocks I'm not listening to reason so don't try to talk Do yourself a favour and take a walk Or I'll amputate your mic and repossess your core
the gauntlet Fuck you, this isn't your decision And for all the holy fuck I give Your little spectacle is ended But don't think for just one second You've honored your
into your stomach until you reveal your lunch Shove my 8 into your face and make you taste your cunt Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would surely kill
, you niggaz kill for it The new Juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate Test a, nigga like me boy and you better Have on your
what they want from you. You must learn to live with your own conscience, your own morality, your own decision, your own self. You alone can do it. There
of us so peep the session from your nigga You can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga See you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall Your
intertwined From being rejected so many times, I wanna leave it all behind So kind of you to pick up the album and give it a try for once And run and tell your
the deacon Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back [nas] Keep your eyes open
it off Okay First off You a bitch nigga (nigga) Only reason im doing this Ima just name five reasons real quick Got a hundred fifty got a hundred
my album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on two songs, now back to some killa shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your
album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on two songs, now back to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your
to fiends I'm the reason Mr.Simpson got off clean I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from
feel From being kings on a throne to picking cotton in a field? Your slavery is lack of identity One of the things that's not making you a friend of mine What's your
> Get the vests; get the vests <killa sin> Word up, grab your nines <9th prince> Crazy head get out there god Blast that nigga hard <killa
t tell me shit if I stepped in it. Once I enter psychosis, paranormal, focus I perplex niggas and niggettes, I play this rap shit closer than gilettes against the neck and juglar vien Blowing out my own
cause I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest The reason