a living hell, which is not true. There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do You do one for Mama She'll do one for you. l'd be your friend if you let
solemnly swear, that the truth be told I'm thuggin to the day I die It's Dipset, it's more than just music now It's a way of life, it's more than the
myself on walks and to eat each day But the immense pain was more than I can say Was more than I can say As I struggled to live on and fight the sickness
most important of Magica's charms, The spell of Restoration. The ceremony of thanksgiving was now directed toward the transmission of spirits to Otherworld. One by one
strain, I feel safer now. Lookin' down the road I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one. The walls that I stood on was Humpty Dumpty ones. I feel like one
't worth it, it isn't worth it i wish it didn't end this way live a life in hell through a mortal shell asphyxiating smell for a crime lifetime imagination locked in a cell
deal To get a little bit more but they try to take it Some of them end up in debt When their called they try to fake it But one morning the clock will
all said and done and at the end of the day My actions spoke louder than whatever they say Yeah, I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time So a cell'll
here girl No more stunts no more lies, no more bitches in my ride No more all night parties all leave it behind No more freaks living right, no more
Of Stock I Hang Myself at Half Mast It's the Makeshift The Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself... via live telecast Coming live from
I Hang Myself at Half Mast It?s the Makeshift The Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself... via live telecast Coming live from my
bust caps I'm the nigga with these rhymes, I'm the last don And I'm a end this motherfucker 'coz it ain't no more time
end the suffering the meek shall one day inherit the earth and for those who suffer? we have no use for ill fated prophets promises of freedom of
su-primo for all of my people Negroes and Latinos and even the Gringos Yo, check it, one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock Three for the fourth comin' live
the chance is just as fat as a union bureaucrat that the life you wanna live ain't the one you're looking at. there's more risk in a brain cell than any
?t carin' Sirens circlin', fiends are lurkin' in your baggage Oh, one?s gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells, bubble
whole life will be taken and it won't end until the end. And we're all left feeling like there's no time for kneeling, But if no one does, no one will
blastin' Cops came with body bags, and he's talkin', but nobody asked him Naw - he want attention, he want his name yelled Me and him always end up in the same cell