handle my business Been makin more beats before, Jehovah had witness Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me Brother brother, please, turn on the TV See a black man dead
And we spoke About the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost And which songs we had loved the most And then we all turned to dirt And dust Some men die under the mountain just
word that everybody's hanging on What difference does this difference in age make? I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick. Call 911, I'm already dead
a lot since we were young. Times will change, and there?s nothing I can say to right all of your wrongs. Just grow up, and pray we?ll keep in touch. You?ve turned
for sherzy (What the feezy?) [Pre-Verse] [Verse 1: Baby Bash] Now I walk around like I got a rock in my sock When it's just a limb, from this money
[Verse 1:] Everyone was saying hip-hop was dead It wasn't dead These niggas just wasn't makin no bread Because the scared to be real so they fakin instead
boy is dead and gone Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold And, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned
leaves me You know I need a part time love The people in the cemetery They're not all alone Some turn to dust And some have bone You know I'd rather be dead
opinions but the don't mean shit Keep droppin' bombs untill the whole world's dead They said it's all been done and it's all been said They'll turn this
froze in bed If I just listened to it Right outside the window There were days when the sun was so cruel That all the tears turned to dust And I just
don't know much of nothing Even if one of them was to read the newspaper Cover-to-cover That ain't what's going on Journalism's dead and gone Frail
Recipes are just combinations And what are these just mere salutations When they plead for our salvation Are these just the lies that feed our nations
pick up to call you then I hang it back up Yeah , and imma get back to ?em To know a backstabber, you gotta turn ya back to ?em Well maybe its just me
dead people I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people I see dead people I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey It Was All Good Just a Week Ago Shoe Box Full No Sneakers Tho, Just Moved
casket so they can't have a proper wake Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate [Joe Budden:] Yo Niggas is letting birds turn the
