decay everyday. Coughing up life, do it again and again. Playing a game you have no chance to win. As you've seen this world prey on weakness. This
decay everyday coughing up life, do it again and again playing a game you have no chance to win as you've seen this world prey on weakness this moral
yourself decay everyday coughing up life, do it again and again playing a game you have no chance to win as you've seen this world prey on weakness
Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up WESTSIDE.... Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
your bird yo I'm like the devil in the church when I creep on these dead end streets 2 many wanna see me buried 6 feet deep bringing heat on this planet
s holding the trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow Is this the end? {Chorus Two: Ginuwine} Just, can't, let, go (Is this the end?) I, just
am I to judge and strike you down? But you're Pushing and shoving me. You still love me and you pushit on me. Rest your trigger on my finger, bang
though I'm not hopin' to go, I wish someone would open the do' This man's holding the trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow Is this the end?
, so hold on tight, to your life Cause we just might have to take it Locked and loaded fully automatic, just in case Finger on the trigger, spittin' hollow
em up steady fuckin em up But wait why do i have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes Im on the 10 o clock news for steady
this pain on you No love my slugs got them thugs name on 'em If he wit his kids I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the chains on 'em Go insane on em', guess
on some fools tonight Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight Don't give a fuck about who I hit when I fly The only thought that's on
Vexed 'cause your church friends gossip on the low (Wio - let me say) Now for the people who don't know what's gwaning They sleeping on the whole city
disgusts me to see my folks run up on I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as
hustlin', stayin' out 'til it's dawn An' comin' home at 6 o'clock in the mornin' Hands on my glock, eyes on the prize Finger on the trigger when a nigga
