don?t give you my time, i don?t give you my life but i could feel better with you too i want all my life-time, i want to come around i want spend my time
Sweat tears and blood, paid dues survive In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live Could've easily got caught up in my yesteryears But I'm here, my
for you I look down on this race I created And all I see is violence and hatred I shake my head as I whizz by in my space ship The world is like my
up Hustler, gangster, old school Chevrolet Custom painted, they love me in the hood So I'm like "fuck being famous" You don't want to live my life Trust
sun hung lonely in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly rang my
feddy, bringing to make brains hang Nigga this Rap-A-Lot Mafia, for life my nigga Fuck over us, and you'll be looking for your life my nigga I garuntee
ll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my
, now police try lockin' us It's cream on my land, original man My team break border and court order ESP network, TNT explosive expert Your head jerk, backflip, illegal life
left I feel my bones becoming stiff And now I wander endlessly The spirits have abandoned me My limbs are falling piece by piece My ears and fingers in
and flick off his toes Make 'em land into a fish tank, what you think? Let him sit, fuck off, I didn't mean to kill him Oh my God, you bastard, you
know that) Kill kill kill murder murder murder Kill kill kill murder murder murder Kill kill kill murder murder murder Kill kill kill murder murder murder
records but my real job...interstates ("I" WHATEVER!) I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate I'm a winner, fish in my crib....I got a winter lake
like the rarest culture Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic I felt reminded of my fast life ventures
reciepts To each, his own I thought my peace was with my chrome But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone Hip is on, when my mama go to work for
, best to hit the main line, I'm shaky as a wannabe, but still rich rollin, Connected for life is my number one slogan, Put my rag and the homies start
crampin' my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by federal I'm guessin' fool musta passed away, tragic losses On the wall they got my
? but bad taste I murder beats you can ask Mace, homie My shit I drop stickier than trash day I ain?t gotta change shit I?m so dangerous And my style
and with the rain my lullaby I drift away to dreamless sleep, leave behind a life that died, a victim of a plague of ghosts I was wrapped up in my guilt
