I feel so alone.(sometimes) The niight is lonely for me. I probably won't sleep at all tonight. I have no need for any of this. Help me lord
ass up then it's Deuces Head shots that f-cking vest is so useless Yeah, yo chuck, f-ck these niggas You know who Piru? Killer bees nigga [Chorus] All I know is
Love is just a history that they may prove And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you When Punk-tius comes to kill the king upon his throne
ya twist her Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family
is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Bad Boy 2000 NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..)
Barbie, fuck Nicki sh-she escaped She on a diet, but her cock is eating cheesecake And I'll say "Bride of Chuckie" is child's play Just killed another
point em' skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king? This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills
ICE - cause I lack all emotions, I'm heartless That's why I can't figure for the life of me You'd want to start this My crew is bottomless Street Lobotomists
- Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then
pitfall bull pit, dead game is the pulpit Leave a motherfucker with his John Doe toe tag clipped Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin' a miracle happenin' Jay-Z, Killer
thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly Hammer head, dart allignment, work is
did nothing. Nothing. So, Katrina hit, and three days later, Fema just commin. I'm feeling like what the hell is really goin on, planes hittin buildings, whats next king
the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell Will ride you to Hell until you are dead Dead, brother, dead This is a revolution of the mind
the men in blue. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? There was talk they killed
pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside The beast, I'm a
carve my name Nas too real, Nas true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with God I don't kill soloists only kill
