bullet with your name all the times you stuck me here and put me on my own I feel the same thats why I've got a bullet with your name yea away........
your full of shit all the times you stuck me here and put me on my own I feel the same thats why I've got a bullet with your name As were sitting here
bullet with your name All the time you stuck me here And put me on my own I feel the same that’s why I’ve got a bullet with your name Вот
scar Those who blame the G for all bizarre So open up your vents and record well For this is where we stand, for the True tell Ghetto gained a ghetto name
life of police chases street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH
(repeat 2X) How you like me now? I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your
in your mouth like it tried to kiss you Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED? Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life
y'all kick it with me why, cause it ain't no thang man, Twista gone chop that change man cause I'm number one on Billboard with a bullet but I ain't gone
crib Like your bout it with your shouts Ain't you the same nigga Who was crying on his couch Apologize on site boy If you like your life boy (Yo Bugz,
on your hood kid I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend
of a town with the population Of approximately two thousand people They small close in their community with crime And murder, we're virtually unheard of With
packin' steel, where ya hard hat You pull out you bust that Your gat useless, where ya heart at? It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga Beef with
a war zone, so you choose your team When the war strikes you better have a heart to fight Or get lost in the world when you lose your life I would like
a true bitch from the westside About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs And that's they type of hoe I want down with me So bitch get your
your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck wild Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised Still stuck in the shelf with
niggaz scarred Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft Remember me from up North, I had you scared
' this scar 'cause I tried to play hard Mr. Ford, I'm afraid, I have some bad news for you What are you talkin' about? It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your
