fruits and herbs Cause apples pie's toxic, it slurs my words And how could I reach a Black nation? The vibration, sensations, like that! Is that a combat
you stalked all those years waiting to pounce like mary, you'd comfort then judas, renounce seeking some light of guidance i saw your dagger glint and
take orders I'm not dissin your job But now you listen and nod Some mound the limit shit, I know this position is odd Don't Gasp for air You can turn blue Look, excel nigga Trust
the Cosby's slippin's costly it's cut-throat so fuck a softie in head to head combat you scared to bust back an trust that call the Regime we known to
so we stop To get some gas somewhere outside of Arizona people's persona seem like they put niggas in a coma or bullets in their ass fast [x8] I went in to get some
If U Fuck Wit Me Make Sure Your Ready N Prepare For War [Young Buck:] I Got A Hard Life 50 And A Gun Big As Biggy Some Old Heads Hatin And Some Young
a thang changed: niggas still the same--made a little change, sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around, man. Nine millimeter, come and get some, get some
take orders I'm not dissin your job But now you listen and nod Some mount the limit shit I know this position is odd Don't gasp for air You can turn blue Look, accel nigga Trust
motherfucker chasing my dream No longer chasing, I'm making my green And it seems that them niggas talking tough shit Not just some niggas but the hood
But you all still missin' the point like a free throw shot Get it this ain't some you learn this is some you earn Turn it up and give me some to burn
take orders I'm not dissin your job But now you listen and nod Some mount the limit shit, I know this position is odd Don't Gasp for air You can turn blue Look, accel nigga trust
me Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your shit I'm out that window with my 44, another fucking hit Don't know who to trust with my shit I'm in this
iz rough Ain't no one we can trust Either roll with the rush or get rushed 'Cause all we got iz us These evil streets iz rough Ain't no one we can trust
with me make sure your ready And prepare for war [Verse] I got a heart like 50, and a gun big as Biggie Some old heads hatin and some young niggas with
should I say 32 tracks of inner artifacts From the heart the pressure just might arrest my cardiac And perhaps it snaps some back if I don't cut it some
some kind of deal with Reagan. We will probably never know the details of that arrangement. It will almost certainly involve some kind of economic juggling