's out I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!) I'm a go until my arm's sore, fuck it! I go until my 40 millionth
my favorite they was on that mase shit i was on my sway ('suade) shit how can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit i can stop tryin' to had to get my mind on
he kiss every wound that he leaves me From the womb, my newborn child Although the route's foul, we need Similac powder Hold on... Simmer down now It'
shot.] (Somebody's calling my name....) [Brother J] Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on! [Professor X] To the East, my brother, to the East! [
my drum I never bust a sweat because it's not at all tragic VOO-DOO, runnin from my magic! I came across the sand on my faith alone Eatin cooked meat
a trick bitch Bottom line you can't get shit bitch Even my baby mama trippin Bitch gone head and file on me And I really don't give a fuck Jus as long as my child
leave again I wanna see my nigga Screw get to breathe again And wanna see Dinky and my nigga Donny break free again On the block, never thinkin 'bout
go I'ma murk niggaz and get my fetti right now [Chorus 2X: Z-Ro] I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin for my holster Sometime I feel my death
is just to get my change living strength is my only type of mind frame [Verse 2: Z-Ro] It's in my blood, it's in my body, it's in my soul gettin' paper
no more, of these rugged streets I let him take over, now my mind is free from worries So many negatives, I can't fall Got my cheese, and Pac's are posted on my
call Z-Ro So go on and bump this shit, and to all you Niggas who I done jacked in the game Fuck y'all I got my beams on your ass, right [Z-Ro] Everytime
t no game to me I take it seriously, and keep my eyes on my motherfucking enemies [Geurilla Maab] Got to keep my distance g, cause i know they plotting on
off in my my mind Trying to wonder why do Jesus let this keep happening To a nigga that's steady being on his knees And I'm begging you please, have mercy on
'm servin' a Death wish, so come on, step to this Hysterical idea for a lyrical perfectionist Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, You come in my
child I played subbuteo on My table then I graduate to studio one ?Cos D?s my nom de plume you know but 3?s my pseudonym And around my neck you know
game(nuh uh), i aint got no sperr change,me and my cats your thang(4's up),ya twinz get on ya kneez tell me whats on your brain,we hop in tha range
you was my baby) I'm only one call away [Chingy] It was weird how we met, huh She was wit her mom in Bank America I'm wit my son cashin the check So