spent with friends. it's not enough. i'm drinking by myself tonight, and that's alright. because i know that. friends like these, we don't need a reason
time spent with friends. it's not enough. i'm drinking by myself tonight, and that's alright. because i know that. friends like these, we don't need a
or statistic of this shit 'Cause after I spit the bullets, I'm a treat these shell casings like a soccer ball I'm a kick the ballistics! So get this dick, I'm a
tell the reasons but the peace is gone... Far away sons are dying, a common new on our tv screen Brother's tearing for a land that gods are blessing
pleasure to give... Spasms shudder down your spine Bitter saliva and a clouded vision Hesitation - fill your glass Smoke another cigarette (least but not last?)... Memories drive away
block is set up by these gangsters, And different gangsters go by different standards, For example, the evening is a no go, Unless you wanna wear a bullet like a
so much dirt up under the cupboard There's a big ol' lump that can't hide, c'mon! Here they go again, wearing disguises to a friend Watch the bullets
s dying Have you heard the news today A woman in north Philly is mourning A bullet took another son away I'm goin' to California Goin' far, far away
A good family ain't nothing greater. raise crumbs hate crumbs that never exist. I'll turn every bullet to a hershey's kiss (kiss) and we can eat away
I've been away from home Was outta sight No other change has come Who let the boredom in We got our rockin' rights We'll overcome The mirror never lies
it clear gathered by the cholera rinse the burns in cauldrons help the palm we see a lens my hands secrete a monument my hands secrete a monument i am
a dollar, out of nickel and a dime KFC and McDonalds don't wanna hire me, because my teeth shine In constant danger, keep one in the chamber Cause I could become a
, ain't no need to pray Cause praying with this pain, will have you praying they take you away I still post up, and let niggaz know I don't bar a thang
in a friense brandishing my weapon Ain't no second guessing, release first live life I'm busting on motherfuckers, and touching they wind pipe I got a bullet up in the chamber, bullet
that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama As for books, the mind is a terrible thing to waste As for crooks, the nine is a terrible
they cash right Hustling, hoping we can get a million But like a chameleon, nigga the game done changed Wish it would rain sometime, to help a nigga wash away
that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama As for books, the mind is a terrible thing to waste As for crooks, the line is a terrible
't hesitate to seel you an underground tape Fuck the straight and the narrow I be crooked than a bitch Slide through the door sideways with a mask and some clips With a
