strike you mentally then physically Infamously rap the QBC Convincively I can advance Dee, it's a prophecy Live a lottery, shut up, massive mynogany I got my nigga?black, killer black
a fist of kids Speakin that they're black When they're just niggas trying to be greek Or some tongues who lied And said "we'll be natives to the end
money Livin' in the street when you're hungry The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow Things we
doin' for money) Livin' in the street when you're hungry The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow
little motto Always sees me through "When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you". You might think l'd make your life a living hell, which is not true
her black Got too many other needer-rats Who heat her fat I bet your gal ain't fuckin with my gat Im holdin lyrics sendin vocals at you locals cat Gone
streets of bk with cat skill Oil rap spill, riggity-rhymin over tracks ill I rock the benz, I rock the range, bliggity-black grill Kid go pro, sellin
and kill us But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live To get revenge and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn and still rise Took alive with live
2: Another crooked smile. Is music a disease? Or is it just living in these soap opera times. They all end up depressives obsessive about their deluded
us But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live To get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with henn, and still rise Took alive with live
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house
committed on the Black people And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball? We end up in the grave anyway The average cat
' Fame: And believe we've got lead to give em Thugs that perform massacres, like nazism This living mechanism, study living to the end Discombobulation
old In the bed or the car It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself in Don't try to mend All gods fall in the end Hail Hail the Idol Hail
us but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise Took alive with live
're in jail Well I'm a little bit of or should I say a lot past that So take your saggy boob and bib rap to some other cat Gimme this and gimme that,
You'll be deaded beheaded for biting, that's a violation of necro law Don't look at me leeay, I really take that severely You really think you won't end
