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word that everybody's hanging on What difference does this difference in age make? I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick. Call 911, I'm already dead
't allow you to ever dick me I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me But I move, like the President through town Wit stones the
,little low, Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me, To me Mama,just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger,now hes dead
I might break like a crystal cup Into a million pieces, but I'll pick me up Don't just stare at me, take care of me You can't kill what's already dead
far away down Sticks and stones May break my bones Oh but your words They really kill me Sticks and sto-o-o-o-ones May break my bo-o-o-o-ones Sticks and stones
but she's drifting like a satellite. There's a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze, laughter down on Elizabeth Street And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone
small Almost anyday I could say fuck it all - fuck it all! [G-Rock:] Having dealings with skill My skill, never have to kill Fuck dead 'em in your grill
kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead for
crying I'm dying I can see what's wrong with me It's in my head I can see what's gonna be As I lie in my bed Man is not my brotherhood I am of the dead
his head And some for the brothers who are dead. Another day, another chase, Vigilantes will meet their fate. Saddle your steed We are riding tonight Be ready to kill
up right there Sweetheart you know that don't thrill me Said I wouldav been there for if you had been a little bit nicer I was dead by Sunday half dead
up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones
the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life has just