'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs When I say a rhyme (Sucka's I drop ya') Drain your blood line (Sucka's I drop ya') You'll be executed
've never been I'll be your guide Lili, you know there's still a place for people like us the same blood runs in every hand you see it?s not the wings
've never been I'll be your guide Lili, you know there's still a place for people like us The same blood runs in every hand You see it's not the wings
you follow suit behind the blood between the red and white and blue but it's too deep for you to see and everyone eventually will take the step cause it's
Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still shermed out Court's adjourned!,court's adjouned! Rest
's thinkin' Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet While your bullethole still be bleedin' But here's the reason for the season's
stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double glock. Pop. Pop Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin
on my back I fled to New Orleans. Well I fought in the dockyards for the the money that I made. And the fight was my home and any blood was my trade.
cold I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and, two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know My fire's higher than a liar, we don't burn rubber, we
ya, neon lights lit like the light sabre Rotate and circulate like Darth Vader was an amazin' raver It's the Chinatown Flava [Chorus: x2] Step into my
for this drama to unfold I got a blunt rolled Feelin' bold, gangsta's blood run cold It's time to reload this old 45 Colt And the wind gust, it's hot
this drama to unfold I got a {blunt} rolled Feelin bold, gangsters blood runs cold It's time to reload this old .45 colt The wind's gusty, it's hot,
was a cutie Nine millimeter and spillin millions of milliliters of life out a nigga if he talk shit C.E.O step into my office, comin with the awkward
sticky like glue Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts Smugglin these cuts from S
innocent blood you have spilt on the steps of Notre Dame *Frollo* I am guiltless. She ran, I persued. *Archdeacon* Now you will add this child's blood
back nicks I don't represent the gun shy Thing about the Street life Homie I live Wear my heart on my sleeve And niggas gotta fear life From the bottom
back of the back And I'm back with Dre again, Aftermath We the best, Me & Khaled, Dre & Em Detox red, that's back to the back Step in the club with my