We sit and stare while our lives go on without us num and content while our insides rot robbed this with our this shit own consent this shit sucks
to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him
in the do', shot him in his head,took his cheese and left him murked..Im that Bitch! Chorus Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black tee,ones, and
white And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price FYI, I never been robbed in my life" Or -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her
there's much more to see Before I get killed cause I can't get robbed So before me success and death monage I gotta lost I gotta find v We gotta be together
, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself going underground
what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself
They're sugar and spice and everything nice But when you get 'em home ain't no telling what you find Right next door is a little old man I seen him eating
's and holding MAC's But we know time ain't rolling back And hungry hyenas, they ain't folding jack So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep hunting And
fuck on any time or day Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him
've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time you realized that it's goin' down You would find yourself going
and yo Until you up stay away from them dice and whores Three smuts, two streaks and a Dyke Can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure And
They don't even trust you and that mother 'cause you robbed it before Got you a sack of that yak and snored it, and snored it up Than robbed another
Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels To kill the infidels and the American devils A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face Prays five times a day and
in my hand I seized him by the collar and I boldly bade him stand Being mad to desperation, I pierced him in the breast I killed a man for Flora, the