Most of the consequences Forced themselves on me, Strange how the relevance Has died and gone away. Now I can see the difference in your eyes, Without
Most of the consequences Forced themselves on me, Strange how the relevance Has died and gone away. Now I can see the difference in your eyes,
your head like the 'shroom you consume Chorus Verse 3 (BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride I take money-money, make dummies all night Use the mic, bruise
As the weak shall fall to the sideline I get my kid I protect mine with a tech 9 Haters want me to side with em Gangsters want me to ride with em Ladies
news that this nigga ready for war, well where that fool at? I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh Always gotta be the weakest
crime. You ask how. You ask how. Solid state. Kill for the need sick lives found. Pigeons falling to the ground. Buried graves fill beyond lines. Deep bruise
weak shall fall to the sideline I get my kid I protect mine with a tech 9 Haters want me to side with em Gangsters want me to ride with em Ladies want
die quicker (uh-huh) This fed time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper Everbody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak
all mine Run through your click like a weak defensive line Doggy fresh [Turk] You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef We can do it how ya want, or take
will spill Too many trendy's, crowdin up the streets, it's their followers that are very weak. Don't they realize they look too neat! If they really want
I really, all I really want is everything you're not Never gonna break my heart again Never gonna see your face again Never wanna feel this way again Your darkness was my weakness
nine nigga, floss you die quicker (Uh-huh) This fed time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked, I sipper Everybody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak
to hold you down and treat ya To shopping sprees, jewels, cars and cruses, All this without the scares and bruises. With him all you show is signs of meekness May have took my kindness for weakness
nuts Cause I got the shit so tight A young nigga doin damage to the mic (you sho' right) I'm 13, but I ain't dumb So bring it on if you muthafuckas want
streets stay darkened Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple is bruised
Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? And the winner is Y'all niggaz know the rules I blast on niggaz so my fist never bruise Land-still-cruise,
what? Turn it up louder, yeah, uh As we proceed, to give you what you need J.M. mother***, J.M. mother*** 9 to 5 mother*** Who shot ya, separate the weak