That is the way Do you hear the river flow You talked yourself into wrong questions You don't care about the answers You let the others be the good ones
't be the same. My life, you've always been there. Now you're gone and my heads spinning. Left the childhood, left the memories, left the good times
but your words They really kill me Sticks and sto-o-o-o-ones May break my bo-o-o-o-ones Sticks and stones may break my bones Oh but your words they really kill
the trigga is the nigga thats standin up last. Countin this cash, still doin this mash. Blowin much weed as we watch you bleed. nigga got killed fo the
too high to get outta bed Til I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot to kill
me while I'm down: I'll break your leg Money outweighing problems on the triple beam I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes Be good or be good
voice] Here we go... Now once upon a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went
one degree that made the Pisa lean The one goal, one job, one aim and one team That one good push that gave birth to your dream That one good year, that one good
we do, Master? [Beast:] It doesn't matter now. Just let them come. [Mob:] Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Kill
've ever known Bout to go thriller Mike Jackson on these n-ggas All I need is a f-cking red jackets with some zippers Super good smito a package of the
fire See the creature come alive Standing under the moon Come down with fire Down with fire Down with fire Good intentions raise a mind A new messiah to judge the blind Kill
Whatever doesn't kill me makes me strong Whatever doesn't kill me makes me strong Every day I pray to God Every day I pray Whatever doesn't kill me makes
something killing you It's a shame we have to die my dear No ones getting out of here, alive This time What a way to go, they have no fear No ones
jes' mights be de FINAL SOLUTIUM to DE WHITE MAIN'S 'BOIDENNN', ef yo' acquire my drift . . . Well, he were sure he had a GOOD THING GOIN' . . . but,
WHEN WE SAY: "We is de ones dey be callin' de 'MAMMY NUNS'!" Thing-Fish: We is dressed to kill! Ensemble: We be lookin' good! Thing-Fish: We gives
just kill 'em Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood Now is this under-stooooooood? I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good The man