ass caprice Walk away and say peace Watch tramp ass hood rats Walk around with fake gats Poppin pills of x lax Beat em down and puttem on the rail road
the half Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight 7
you don't want a block war Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time a mack eleven bucks I'm killing at least seven
u realize it aint the same till ur own charecter help u up till u go to the straight g road notings different till u call 9-11 this kid was 7 um sick
going to kill shit Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers And I be wit real crips, real
West now? I'm puttin' my vest down, niggas ain't gonna kill shit Shut the fuck up,nigga, you ain't gon' kill shit Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill
putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers
...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days. They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when
, "Things changed." But they just won't accept / I'm out of range...with no respect. Every time I asked for directions / All I got was dead ai, cut lines
Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days. They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood
Cards of the lash were calling to follow suit E7 I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in hot pursuit D a Jealously. C#7 f#m All through the night
(feat. Pitbull, Rick Ross and Trick Daddy) [Dj Khaled:] I Work My Whole Life For I Mean I Seen So Many Road Blocks So Many Devils In My Way But To Be
me here Nobody loves me here Dad's Gonna Kill Me Dad's Gonna Kill Me I'm dead meat in my HumV Frankenstein I hit the road block, God knows I never
I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight 7
be forever thuggin baby! the same nigga that's why the streets still love me baby! Bitch I'm from Dade County. See I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala DUNK
staggered in a cipher, Turning human traffic to a five car pile up, We leave them all for dead, I used to think big till it killed L, Pun, Smalls and
Layzie ya big boss, wanna floss on this Gotta make that cheese, yeah nigga we gettin 'em [Krayzie] [It's on on on] Nigga let's killa killa killa Bodies
that Elemental Magazine... I'll be laughin' at that shit 'til next Halloween... You spoke too soon, Cage You know the deal, Esoteric.. 7L Oh, and another thing... kill
