Candy kisses, missing wishes It's a revelation too late Have a listen to this cold heart It's a revolution too late Have a listen to this cold heart
it's over now. There's no conversation, there's no conversation. Please don't turn home now, tell me there's a way somehow. With no conversation, without conversation
my pop finger, pop off nigga Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump 'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk Chef boy supplying
s Affiliated with killers when we fight us to the death Picture your partner cocked and aim and headed straight for your chest It's hard to focus cause my homies keep on killing
don't know me Another life I'm taking, evil boy when me ra-ta-ta-ta I am the son of satan, the easy lies are non killing a man slowly Cruising man I'm
what time it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california thug You know what time it is Bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa Chino XL Killa
This Steal You Shittin Me, We Stand On Corners And Cus, We Hell To Much, We Killa Wit Guts Automatic No Clutch, Proper Boy Thats Me Click, I Dont Care
kill that man? I shouldve never let my anger give Now my state of awareness keeps me wishing I was thinkin Should have reason I didn't really mean to stop the boy
to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with
[samples "Israelites" by Desmond Dekker & The Aces] [Intro: conversation] [Chiddy:] Yo what up. [Xaphoon:] Doin' good, how you doin'? [Chiddy:] Chillin
!!), never boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy
[intro: conversation between 1 and 2 + a Nurse] [1] Ay but, what you doin up here anyway nigga? [2] Man I came up to get some rubbers man, what you doin
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop. You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill
Steal You Shittin Me, We Stand On Corners And Cus, We Hell To Much, We Killa Wit Guts Automatic No Clutch, Proper Boy Thats Me Click, I Dont Care Who
than them asses expected. And, se we was strong when they neglected you. We held on when the others were seprate.And desprate. Na never did. Cus ya boy