in the sickness, granted to me by the elders of plague and war Infinite power from those who bathe in misery Irrelevance will have its day Will have its
bad baby When you said we were through Oh you hurt me You know you hurt me so bad baby When you said we were through Oh but I would rather be dead baby
1 - Fab] They say they out for dead presidents never respect it, First of all ben franklin was never elected, that mean them and big bills have never
of Dom with my loose change niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes ride through the hood with
said And I don't care Hip-hop is not dead Spit hot lead but none of these haters get shot dead They don't bother me I'll leave them playing for my wife Kick back have
look through dead man's eyes What is it we'll find When he's in your mind Come and take a look through dead man's eyes Through dead man's eyes Desperate
look Through dead man's eyes What is it we'll find When he's in your mind Come and take a look Through dead man's eyes Through dead man's eyes Desperate
them if you only knew the plans they had for us They used to have pulses in them But impulse has made the strong They used to have pulses in them
be in 94 When it was 72 where partners sagging creases to find a hoe Now they can't look me in the eyes, cause they might tell on theyself About having
out, and surprise on niggas Fiending to pull another homicide, on niggas So I keep my enemies close, and my eyes on niggas [Z-Ro] I keep my eyes on niggas
headed to the dirt Ghetto on me, stressed out my mama buried ain't dead Ain't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head Have you ever told
if I'm headed to the dirt Ghetto on me, stressed out, mama buried ain't dead Ain't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head Have you
(Z-Ro talking) This is dedicated to the motherfuckers That think we don't go through shit, just one thug baby [Chorus - 2x] One thug, one thug, lord
be ready for the drama, anyday (more or less) Go to war, in the midst of gun play (more or less) On your street, with the sweet (it ain't no need to have
't like your philosophy The connections are made and the time is right So my body is walled in the shell of a car in the dead of night And I laugh through
of you thought whole had turned up still. made a tar of your woe and flesh there in have you gone half dead... yet...yet have you to let the worst
high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school
