: For Better or For Worse - one regret i confess what said was said what's done was done un loyalty seems to be all the rage tonight such fashion how
For Better or For Worse - one regret i confess what said was said what's done was done un loyalty seems to be all the rage tonight such fashion how we
vision and better our position Man against man, still killing for religion The system ain't workin, so how we suppose to get along? If this is life, tell
out or he shit's his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas His gift
nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better
like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for
WHO?) Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (WHO?) I don't know much, but I gotta assume When you hit your first neden Your homies was
like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt (Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse
nigga when I'm blastin' think not. Come try me and it's on for life. Cause I'm causin' shattered dreams as I kill your kids and your wife nigga, so
Indeed I'm known-your exiled! For those that oppose to be level or next to this I ain't a devil and this ain't the exorcist. Worse than a nightmare, you
PDs and DJs and VJs who be gay you fakin, you get threw off a ledge If you tough we snuffing, Homie trust me nothing Is worse than knowing your beautiful
sacred gift of heaven for better, worse, wherever And i will never let somebody break you down or take your crown never (I wanna see you again) All of my life
the ground but i get through hard times, just by sayin quite simply that i am still playin - this game of life and that people have been through worse
salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a fuck-you for
triggers Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers For niggaz I cut for Pull a hoe out my truck for Take a bullet to my gut for Shoot up your cuz for And nigga you
what grime is, it's timing Even though I blew quicker than your average I came through slicker than your average 'Cause yeah, I'm not your average spitter Any tempo or
