else needs a lesson in what we call loyalty. All of a sudden What's been right in front of me, Tonight, I'm going to something about it. Until the day
Everyone else needs a lesson in what we call loyalty. All of a sudden What's been right in front of me, Tonight, I'm going to something about it. Until the day
first off, I ain't trying to be conscious, Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you, This dark content for those of dark complexion, Who's x-ed off
good until she wanted it again That was jet-set, so soft and wet Now Kisha's on my tip, and that you can bet Until one day I got caught in the act With
stage and build a guild with dissection Strong willed and skilled and killed your whole dimension Henchmen, think they're paying dues off the head I'
claims live puppets on a string untangle you from me [chorus] one day my plane leaves some way my head creeps some day my head leads some way my head
Steve Segal Above the Law cause I don't agree with police either (shit, me neither) We ain't eager to be legal So please leave me with the keys to your
it off. These niggas too soft. And I go so hard. Bitch I go so hard. She says my leather so soft. My tops so soft. I probley hand it off. These niggas
she often said, with one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with her, she never got upset and with all the day
doors in and started gun slinging I could hear somebody singing It sounded like a G Thang in a verse from Keep Their Heads Ringing I said it's Dre's Day
in, started gun slinging I could hear somebody singin - it sounded like a "G Thang," and a verse from "Keep Their Heads Ringin" I said "It's Dre's Day
had to go out the way they did Got shot in the back comin out of that ol' saloon But their spirits still live on till this day Shhh...[spits] wait, did
the Touching Fingers serenade So we can throw our lemonade In their face and kick their little butts [FIGHT COMMENTATORS: Squirrel and Mikey Roads] - And off
on [Vita] Yo, yo, yo who that be? V-I-T-A Big Momma lady murders away We play twenty-four hours a day Mind on money twenty-four hours a day It's hard
ya hood, broad day with the crew They got them fists, AR's, AK's and them twos And they will gladiate all day, what it do R.I.P. to the trillest that
called our home And friends will stop and hang their heads in sorrow To pay the last respects to one gone on Tonight I lay me down to sleep forever With