Pictures ripped up and rearranged could you tell them apart in the dark? you are your own worst enemy it serves you well displaced, redeposited where
's assassin as we die slow perishin', brain dead from a Erickson Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons a cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'
and retribution As loyalty, he would die for me, no excuses Loadin clips up, countin bullets carefully For self, though it feels like, he was there for
rolling stones Shanghai'd in Shanghai Stood on in Tuscon Ripped off and kicked right out the bed Shanghai'd in Shanghai Laid low in 'Frisco Done in and left behind for dead
't seem to come back And I turn and scream "what am I here for?" The nurses yell "you were left at the door" I'm a stranger, someone left me for dead
Cudnt Be Like All The Western Girls So One Day She Rebels Walks Into A Shop And Perchases A Copy Of A Bliss Magazine For Female Teenagers Ripped Up The
ripped it wide open Called up your two girlfriends Told them hurry up and get your ass over here now Said it won't be long till I wish she were dead
the UPS man just pulled up he dropped a package on the steps my ticket out is in that box been waitin for a month i tore it up and ripped it out and slid
stopped the world with one final scream. Left for dead we bond for a chance to survive. Retreat to the stronghold. Regroup, rebuild we will stand up
sample)] Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up) [Inspectah Deck:] The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change Fiend for
m gettin' up out of that bitch tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the fuckin' ground I left him dead his bloody head left on the concrete
I was an infant, I was different Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step 'Cause she hit me with a left, then another left
this mad man hell he laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved his chest Left him for death Left him
, bitches betta get up on it Sit up on it shawty, get up on it See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up When I throw a
Mr. Smith) KCMO stand up, Young niggaz represent [Craig Smith] Hey, Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up I aint just gonna blow up I'm a star, I got
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots There's no need for us to spray up the scene I use less men, more powerful shit for my team Like my man
