a bright road ahead But I'll walk it alone your edge is dead! Nine years and nothing Nine years and died Nine years and nothing NINE YEARS AND
such a bright road ahead But I'll walk it alone your edge is dead! Nine years and nothing Nine years and died Nine years and nothing NINE YEARS
Whippin in my jeans Shoot ya lights out im like bredick with the beam Life a game of chess, and im headed for your queen Now my stomach and my thighs Wat a head
V.A. Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away Drift away.. [Chorus] {{Myalansky}} Eh yo son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?" "Jakes just knocked your
, here it go like this [verse 1] I went from zip locks and bakin soda To smokin herb, cookin 'ola Never lookin overnight success Cause I want a rover Hold you head
, over dope money (Let's go) Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon) All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go) Bust your nine niggas,
you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head 'Cause if you targetin' the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box That you gon' sleep in for years
had a breakdown from your (?) stretch, My ends said nigga slow down, but my head's stressed, I said yes, nigga slow now, need my head checked, Check back
Killah (Tracy Morgan)] Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year (New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was
ya open But don't worry, 'cause i'ma stitch ya With a rusty screwdriver [chorus x2: killah priest] Niggaz bop yo' heads to this, real shit Call up
with your mouth Make the music with your mouth Make the music with your mouth You make the music with your mouth The music with your mouth Yeah yeah
debt I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give head I'm the blunt 3 in the morning you take to the head I'm that car that you
got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (C'mon) All my niggas that died, over dope money (Let's go) Bust your nine niggas, side by side
, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em To drag done ate your food Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your
the case debt I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give head I'm the blunt three in the morning you take to the head I'm that
