when i think everything's okay, you walk back in my life and reality slips away. just when i'm through picking up the pieces i always fell apart. i
Gatorade And this might be, Murder-Death-Kill part 3 But since then me and ES grew sharp shark teeth Carve apart our beefs into [? ] barf meet I stay
Cut the skin to the bone Fall asleep all alone Hear your voice in the dark Lose myself in your eyes Choke my voice Say goodnight as the world falls apart
a knife to kill you And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue I'll hang you til you dangle and chain you with both ankles And pull you apart
I come there Xaphoon, let's cut it down to a drum snare Yeah, yeah, just like that I hope I hope you go deaf so you can't hear shit Yeah, I hope I hope
pros, we never procrastinate (ah) Them guardians they shouldn't let you get past the gate Watch out dawg, the watchdog's showin his teeth (Guess you bit too much shit
have just the place to fix him To save him from himself" Curled up in the darkness Searching for the light The smell of sweat and shit Steaming through
this shit like OJ and pass for the bills Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough Posing like 50 on the cover of the GQ Button up shirt with the cut
week What do I get? Put me in his will He's moving again Sign it like him Cut off that beep There go his morphine That shit is sweet Give me a hit The
from gettin' ganked, now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank. Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect. Cut my hair and I'll cut
watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth Or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch And
up for product And little brothers ring fingers get cut up To show mothers they really got em And this was the stress i live with til i decided To try this rap shit
Guess he's tryin to do the same, told me get up out his turf I wanted to talk to him, but that shit'd never work We was cut from the same cloth and what
raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed Get brained in the four dot six Range Shit main, switch
s talk of the town Heard out to the LI sound (okay) He started datin models and he figured it out He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out
my dick all up in your shit Now I don't like rubbers, they hold me back Instead a hoe like (???) would rock that back I wont cut slack for the stuck
stealth with what your givin make decisions to invest envision in your mind then hit the kind and be blessed erase the stress (let it go) simply cut that shit
