unhappiness because they don't know They can't even wonder can't even start to ponder About di pressure that we unda because they don't know If they saw
Paul Cain)] Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga) Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga? Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh? (Why wouldn't they Fab?) Yeah
know love Rem and Nick Cause I spit as if I had a dick This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin chick Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not
greater than yourself trick Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls They know You watchin but you ain't seein what lies
mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for
knows the exact cause of the new album; resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Chorus (Lloyd Banks): Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you
Don't try to pigeon hold me baby You know the deal About to black out on these motherfuckers It's like this, hey yo [Verse 1] We don't pussy foot around
you return If you've a lesson to teach me, Don't deviate, don't be afraid Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate, Let's get it ingrained If
wrong is right Where hate don't need a reason Loathing self-assassination You've been lied to Just to rape you of your sight And now they have the nerve
s wrong is right, Where hate don't need a reason, (Loathing self-assassination)! You've been lied to just to rape you of your site, and now they have
I meet Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street [Chorus] I hurt easy, I just don't show it You can hurt someone and not even know
I meet Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street (chorus) I hurt easy, I just don't show it You can hurt someone and not even know
one time and muthafuckas call the cops on me Thug you don't know me So don't think y'all finna hold me Cause homie niggas don't know me [Hook: Krayzie
like no (?) on my level Let's meet in the cemetery And no, don't forget the shovels ([Layzie:] I'm diggin a ditch) for the sucka who thought that they
be at eight So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost And since they thinkin' they all that They gotta take a loss They can't hang with the
I pass it No time to love a bitch cause me a crazy assassin Hoes don't try to front cause you just can't fight the feelin So kiss the def dick, Layzie
the clip and cap And let you know what's really happening With that son of an assassin (son of an assassin) Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't
