masks on And carved a smile We put our masks on And carved a smile I'm left with empty feelings of... Where did I go... My heart is choking, gasping
our masks on And carved a smile We put our masks on And carved a smile I'm left with empty feelings of... Where did I go... My heart is choking, gasping
Something?s wrong and it?s not me for once, and I know you?ll call me crazy? but I hate the way you look straight through me. What have I don?t that?s
up in the dutch Leave you broke up on a crush That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to
This bed is just an island where it doesnt have you Roll over seven times and there will still be tons of room Alarm is going off choking coughing spit
furthest reaches No there?s no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches All your dreams, splintered off Leech by leech on this catafalque Anyone will
(feat. Billy Cook & Jr.) [talking:] Z-Ro, boy I will come down And make my pistol, hit y'all niggaz boy Y'all don't wanna mess with me nigga Bitches
But poverty refuse to let me drive I wonder why drug dealers and killers live plush Hoping niggas have a tendency to give up Do I have to sell my soul
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior
war, your just a whore. How can you believe those suckers after all what they have taken away from you? They will strangle you, until you choke in your own blood. They will
s, sittin' on low bros That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows Shit I didn't have to say that, y'all
give it a try What does it matter anyway, gettin' high's gettin high How many shots will it take to make a nigga to drop his shit Like he having convulsions, choking
'll give it a try What does it matter anyway, gettin' high's gettin How many shots will it take to make a nigga to drop his shit Like he having convulsions, choking
consider this as a warning disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs but we are fizzast? Fuck your litte bitch ass up we are not killers, my vato will have
dead Dumb cats think I pack lead from the bloodshed Words spread, and vocals (?) intent Patriarch making marks like the stroke of a pen Choking men by the throat my quotes will
running for their lives as precious dreams erupt before their very eyes tonight, it's over...at long last we will fall ruins will fight in our stead
blue" breathless stares escape your undying eyes are you blind to my sorrow and sympathy? a piece of me will die with your last breath... this will all
coroner will have his hands full tonight. That is if he is not among the dead. Dead will choke the streets with such vulgarity that grown men will
