heart stopped beating, they kiss our lifeless skin. If i needed one more tear to get in up, Would it be yours? Would it be yours? We have lost our lives
It cud get f**kin old but it's good I'm young But my heart get cold as the hood I'm from Tell me what it take to be numba one I guess it's gon be what it
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
never told me I would grow to be a liar Now all I gotta do is speak and they burn It's cremation no urn How you claim to be a hustler but don't earn?
Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM
do it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets
a zero, Shine the spotlight, this is my night, Get your cameras ready, let it rain confetti, I'm a champion, I do what can't be done, In the real league
might hit the nitrous tank Fill it up, suck it in wa was to the head wa was to the head Fill it up, suck it in wa was to the head D-Loc's got the bud
P stay up homie If you locked in an box keep makin' it through do your time do your time don't let your time do you To my man Paul Seline stay up homie
letter and reads it) "Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered. Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune