remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told me My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers Strugglin
wit the funky style. Put it together like a puzzle builder. If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya. Killa Cali. The state where they kill. Down
to worn me what comes around goes around selling dope to brothers is bringing my own people down deep down I know she's right but maybe soon ill make her
: [Intro] Hahaha I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha [50 Cent] Aww nigga don't trip I'll kill
shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words
psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her
desire. I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control. Calling your name, kill me with words
think it's a crime, but I had to call. First and last, there will never be a past or a future if you kill my phone. Baby lifts her eyes and I'
an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are
when I was just a little niggero Rollin' through the hood with my pops I watched him kill a ho Boom (Boom!) was the sound Of the nine when they kill
! Why my nigga took a fall? Saw my nigga tryin' to swang them dums, (in the war) so we lost him. But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'em? I never did think
walk a block To my favorite neon sign Where the waitress looks concerned But she never says a word Just turns the juke box on and we hum along And I smile back at her
block to my favourite neon sign Where the waitress looks concerned But she never says a word Just turns the jukebox on And we hum along And I smile back at her
There's just too much company! So I hide my wounded pride And stare off into the other cars If I could just speak the words To tell her exactly how
spell is cast, words can kill A weaver of the web of tears, a daughter of the dark Oh, the moon is so cold See the grace of her presence Giving you
never loved] Menage-la, et ne la fait pas souffrir Le coeur d'une femme est une chose si delicate [Menage her, and don't make her suffer A woman's
burn She's found a new one She commits murder with sweet inspiration She uses her tongue as the deadliest weapon She could kill millions with her
m killing every nigga that Try to be on my shit Better cuff your chick if you with her I can get her And she accidentally slip fall on my dick Ooops,