how many tunes I grip? To pay dues and shit Check the rules of this, we bruise your clique Since your girl can't refuse the dick You abuse the bitch, could loose your
the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun You close your eyes and hope that
need is Funky fresh lyrics fallin' down on time Your enemy poppin' it, droppin' dime Comin' out rockin', tomahawk slam And still gettin' fly with the
hear a door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun You close your eyes and hope that
a mom Let the chance pass by Back of my mind he could change your life With all these beats I did atleast let him hear it Atleast you could brag to your
, maybe it's yours. Maybe it's your time to die, get so hardcore. Just be a man of your word, you got your word and your balls. Before you act on a word
you know - hurts just to learn to wise up Open your eyes up for the now, cos tomorrow its too late Cos this is the beat to leave your sorrows in your
choice except for to go Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam Turn, turn, turn again I walked down
choice Except for to go, Turn, turn to the rain And the wind. I walked down the hallway And I heard his door slam, Turn, turn, turn again. I walked
You can bet i'm bettin' on the Rockets and Pacers Harrassed outside cause the cop was a racist Walked by, captured her sight It had to been the ice Brown skin eyes
mistakes Your only mark is gonna be on the side walk Your body on the block outlined in white chalk You better learn to crawl before you can walk I'm
Coming For Your Goods Simultaneously In 50,000 Neighborhoods ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! They Coming Out The dark And They Coming For You They Wanna Pull Out Your
think his fat ass stand under calass They might follow you from yo dow to Mexico Hope your gun acidently go off and shoot you through your own ass like Plexico In fifety-nine pieces your
Scratching on the wooden lid, inhaling the coffin air Slowly opening your eyes, just to see the blackness of the grave Dead, but breathing... just silent
within a dream? Dreams have been tricking your soul You play a role That somebody's taking to your mind Don't look behind You slam the door And keep
a door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun You close your eyes and hope that