closer and closer to the rain on the roof, And the rain in my head, and the things that you said People take it further ahead And it just gets so foggy It's nowhere in here And
the pool, and its suckin him in its like a black hole, whole fucking a bis come here to picture how he bumping his fist ain't that a bloody bitch, she
time Listen! Birdman dead, and I'm number one Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done F**kin' with the family I'ma give him somethin' Spent that co
I'm workin' I'll be there soon as I make it home And she a patient in my waitin' room Never pay attention to the rumors and what they assume And until
and Pac I fear for that Take this lambo and put six holes in it Shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it Lift the doors up and let all my demons
the long nose snipe you Potado on the muscle, black tape on the grip We in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitch She gonna tell us where you at
make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and
him, and you gotta fuck me, And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve, Got something in my waist that you can't touch either, That's - my gangsta bitch, and
'Yan and Lil' Pun Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1 If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun My life is a black hole, like the barrel
them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about
cases Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this nigga a pint box And I ain't just talkin
With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin