you up and reconstruct you I'll cheer you up if you're depressed If you get murdered I'll avenge your death Friends walk together Pop and lock together
talk Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up So they could stand side by side again and live it up This might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
(feat. John Mayer) Bittersweet, You're Gonna Be The Death Of Me I Dont Want You, But I Need You, I Love You And I Hate You At The Very Same Time
(feat. John Mayer) Bittersweet, you're gonna be the death of me I dont want you, but I need you, I love you and I hate you at the very same time
sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over
front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another struggle [Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
skinny with zits Im the shhhhh, _ Like cane in a crack pot I thinks its best you act right Ill confirm your death, left the morgue _ D-12 is blowin up
Is it the violence that the TV taught us? I grew up worshipping Charles Bronson, John Rambo, and Chuck Norris Pazienza the Pazmanian Damien rapping the pain he in Cracking
a Japanese Kitana Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda Death before dishonor, snake
there's no let up, you walked into a set up It's suckin' you down and now you can't get up Why because you froze the moment we met up And I never run
code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll On the low tryin' to blow trees And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo'
' everybody like John Gotti I said we came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the slack black I'm hittin
a bad limp and a crack habit Silly rabbit this song is for kids The way the messed up system is If I was a black man, I'd be up on a 8 year bid I'd
know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the
start shooting up the diesel Had a flesh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack A regular John
to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John
