pause Your future's my past I've been here before I know when you're schemin' I feel when you ply And I got mental vision, intuition I know where you goin' I read your
a clown if I each Voice 1: my select pied of course (? ? ? ) Voice 1: sold your woman I've been on your cock about in Voice 2: have you been you I've
can't tell your sister If you can't tell a priest 'Cause it's so deep you don't think That you can speak about it to anyone Can you tell it to your
Japan I got Gats from the future, see-through guns So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through
you can't tell your sister, if you can't tell a priest 'Cause it's so deep you don't think that you can speak about it to anyone Can you tell it to your
, you can never wear Stare hard, God rise above, love hate, make your choice Voice like Luther, future Hall of Famer Came a long way, stay fly, I, soldier
snitches is talkin but this is New Orleans I love what i got I'm just livin the moment I aint dyin just yet I take a shit in the coffin I already know
I heard him frontin' And he be pumpin' on your block Your man gave him your glock And now they run together, what up son, whatever Since I'm on the streets, I
I know that it's your own life I tell you this With an eye on your future Yes I know Mind my own business But I am here As an aid and a comfort I can
' See I be flowin' yes constantly That's why the cabbage that I stack is deep winter green And the way that I be hittin', unlike any other sister I get into your system, man I
, she wanna live one day I can get with that, I drop you off home I called, you hit me back, I wanna dig that, did I? I did that Put it way up where her ribs at, her future
won't be blackmailed by you And I can see through you like glass So come now please don't make me laugh I hear the country church bells ring for you I see
your conception, deception, lookin' into your watch I see your weapon and it?s depressin' They?re diggin up in your thighs leavin' deposits Keep your closets open, not your
the tolling of the bell Fucking kill you again When I see you in hell Know it's time to meet your maker Hear the tolling of the bell Fucking kill you again When I see
cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
as a dis But the fantasy has got to end this minute I had a fucking dream and yo now I'm in it I've been at many function but I know I'm about the function
juice your fucking friends like Dracula But when we kick you out you're just brokula You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell Called all your relatives and your
t be blackmailed by you And I can see through you like glass So come now, please don't make me laugh I hear the country church bells ring for you I see