just hope it fuckin? hurts, you fake. You think to know it all, you will just choke. Your words, they will be ripping your throat, at the end of your show
Im Hearing Romours From All These Familiar Faces, They Tellin Me Your Cheating, Revealing Your Secret Places, Showing Me Locations Of All Your Private Vacations, And Showing
a c-section, a gross display Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won't go away I keep pressin' like my phone is afraid To be the star, so I end it
you hips...style You shockin' it..you a rock it..you a kill it And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict Say by tha end of tha night you will be
Money... Lie for it Spy for it Kill for it Die for it Say you call is a trust But I say it's just In the devil's game Of greed and lust They don't care
wanna mention your name to da track but ayyaaaayy Fuck you, you fat little shit (fat little shit) I'm real, on mic I show skills, stop talking about gun, you don't kill
(Wale) I promised Ricky and Milly that I'ma kill it Running throughout them digits, and Dollars on me I'm on it I'm running I'm so 100 with every nigga
You know when i'm gon sin, You were there at the begginin of my days, I'm just hopin I see you after all my days end. And I don't give a damn what these
friends cause in the fucking end a nigga dies all alone About to meet my maker, I hope my life is right But it's hard to focus when killers try to murder
me You won't be to the end, I take your life and crumble your company When you first started off, I did all of your production for free But for the show
best a wham bam thank you ma'am who the man with the transnational plan? gonna smack my Uncle Sam ever since Joni Mitchell rappers look like them rich kill the bombs kill,kill,kill kill
gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes
this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break, Show up and muthafuckas
I *censored* You better hide nigga *censored* is near And you know just as well I do You ain't no killer So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had
of my nine and my vision's blurry Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle
of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger Cause some nigga tried to kill me and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday
gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
still terrified, I'll get their ass How can I show you how I feel inside We outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride Niggas talk a lot of shit but that