a mistake got nothing good to do hide away I die away my way please cut me in pieces hide away I?ll find a way to die away please cut me in pieces on
It got a nigga looking for a wife, but most of these hoes be living shife Wait till a nigga get paid then get leid, and try to take a nigga life I just
Z-Ro] Nothing but things I'm seeing, nigga be chasing divid-ends Pimping the pen, and I gotta keep a thermostat on my skin And catch a cold, with the
a glock with the cops Can't nobody have the nuts to say our name They call me the Dummy Man I'm sell him a fat twenty piece and then I reach for the bomb
the nigga know what the hood like In the streets gotta get that good life Sellin that yea up under the street light It's the hood life, don't fight A
a piece of my heart I never thought that this could fall apart You said you fell in love And this was more than I had ever been afraid of Another life
You won't turn me away Help me out of the life I lead Remember the promise you made Remember the promise you made If I gave you my soul - For a piece
of nature, Godly nature, human nature splits the soul Fully human, fully divine and divided the great immortal soul Split into pieces, whirling pieces
, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team
de societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas... Non y'a pas de place pour tout ca Dans
schemes divides, when dreams collide Teams provide, war for the street to absorb Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a
's gone Nothing to offer thee right, like my life in this song A flight to leave, no night of sleep, it seems to frightfully wrong It feels like life's a
*Where a fucking down voice and a shakey tone* Do unto others who You would have do to you ain't no way I ever trade *That start of life* with this piece
monkey Over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs, They forge a blade, And where there's one they're bound to divide it, Right in
of angst with whatever pieces fit. Failure invites doubt into our eyes. Strip the mind until thoughts run blank. Rape the soul of ideals held close. Life
a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life
