empty) Or you can tie a rope in a noose and even lynch me (even lynch me) If GOD ain't ready for me to go you can't send me (bitch) You crab in a bucket
up in the E-R, bloody getting CPR So before, the reaper come and turn me to a memory I endlessly spit the heat, for the people to remember me Me P.O.
she was in Let me make my mama proud, and she could see me Cause heaven ain't too far away from the ghetto, but touching it ain't easy God, give me the
[Hook] How many niggaz, wanna ride tonight Fuck with me, it'll be a homicide tonight I'ma make me a motherfucker, slide tonight And put a swelling on
make me wanna holla Throw up both my hands, cause a nigga can't understand Why these snitch niggaz and bitch niggaz, be P-A Spanish Straight up strong enough for a
around me Without it in my pocket, motherfuckers try to down me Whenever I try to go get it, the laws surround me Take away my name give me a number, and take me
R.I.P. Robert Davis A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga Yeah this for you [Z-Ro] Everybody know me I'm the number one head buster With a 4 pound glock
cake and cheese, I make the G's and you may believe Shouldn't wish up on your clover leaf, wishing up on a star Losing my memory behind a bar, all I want
memories and blood stains of yesterday How can I make it to heaven if I be chilling in hell If they can make a million you can make a million as well
'm building a prayer for the memories I can't stand Your life doesn't bother me now I'm discharged I kill yourself Just to feel good And make my life
Ed Kowalczyk: Born with your back to the girl that Spit you out on the riverbed And with who? me? You better back up fool I bet you took a gun to school
chided me, when patient was the hardest thing to be. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let these memories provide. No little
police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker
town be shook up and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up Narcotics is mastered, seen them niggas you blasted wanting me in a
these bitches they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me even the cops tried to sue me So what can I do
he portrays And a picture that he paints But in the midst of all this anger and this angst Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear