don't lie It's a shame that their city got invaded But modern first world conveniences Don't grow on trees SUVs and the morbidly obese don't lie We
mines don't lie It's a shame that their city got invaded But modern first world conveniences Don't grow on trees SUVs and the morbidly obese don't lie
it show'em you thug Havin, Partnah's in prision n a few dead friends was the Streets way of showin me two dead ends then the beats got to showin me you
Eye I Don't Know Em Your Honor Can't Lie Money Comes Money Goes So You Need To Blow It Like A Runny Nose On A Lady Who Ain't Turn 18O Place Noone Above
hold holds a maximum vacancy As I hold you in crippled bandages don't you stay up and wait for me Left dangling in the wind... Don't let the days escape
Because I got distance Don?t let it close Gotta let me know You just gotta let me know Because Forget which way Is out now Gotta let me know You just
another way And ain't a day go by I don't wish I didn't have to miss my momma This ain't livin my nigga this just drama If only for the night when the
(*Talks*)Don't these niggas know we murder niggas for real man? (*Sings*)Fucking around with Z-Ro nigga ya dead wrong (dead wrong) dead wrong (dead wrong
chiefing I'm a gangsta, not Erkle Steven Cause I don't laugh, and I don't play And no, is something that I don't say I don't give a motherfuck, about
on me, stressed out my mama buried ain't dead Ain't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head Have you ever told a lie to make the drama
of street game Rap game, dope game, damn near the same thang How to maintain, I don't know rings don't bling Big Rod looking at the window birds don't
say what I mean, nigga like me don't play with a beam When I pull my gun, then I'ma use my gun And I ain't tripping, I'll put you in a murder scene But
that's kicking the door with me that's turning me in Uh, why do the fiends buy dope from me they know they don't get high from me Why do the fiends buy
No, I don't care Tricky: Premature, don't wanna die on no cross Hafdis Huld & Tricky: When I'm dead, he was my body and fame Tricky: Premature, don't
't make your car start A dark heart Kill and get your ass caught You're dead now It's not a problem The kids who will not steal the drugs they don't have
