at all I continue to get my roll on Murder, murder, kill, kill: that's all I know Hustle 'til mornin' and get the dope, man: that's all I know I was raised
peeled [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee] Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump Ride guns, all
drawer nothin' but condoms and phone numbers The rap Roy Jones the king of the ring Hos hate me they want my ding-a-ling in a sling Hot product they all
, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror the paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns
now, runnin around sayin "50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us" ha ha... Sit tight nigga I'm comin! You know? New shit!!! All the shit
em all? ... to death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? ...
a glory rhyme, this battle hymn sung in a compass [Chorus: Necro] The horsemen are drawing nearer, on our leather steeds we ride We?ve come to take your life All
: [Chorus] She said she's born to be wild And she can't be tamed All she wants in life is fortune and fame So she keeps on moving Moving right along
use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a
got nothin to do [Eminem] *yawns* Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated It takes six minutes to get applause (yay) And by the time you all
do [Eminem] *yawns* Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated It takes six minutes to get applause (yay) And by the time you all catch
: Ah yeah, yo! This song is dedicated to all the happy people All the happy people who have real nice lives And who have no idea whats it like to be
at all times So my shirt it kinda stuck out Don't make me draw down and buck out 'Cuz where I'm from when the guns bust They leave ya fuckin' guts out
get 22's on the hang (Uhh) A underage boy that's lookin tossed And that's ya idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers Little
keep your fingers on the triggers while we party all night. Welcome to the gun show! Tonight we get wild. Welcome to the gun show! Where the dead come alive. It all
rugged lifestyle is survived, I don't apoligize Hustle is the road I chose, there's no compremising When the guns is drawn, shots fire Son, all my killas
is the shit that you just do I just left school, the same BM is pulled over by the boys dressed blue They had they guns drawn screaming just move Unless
poorer then You wasn't focusin, about the dough I spend But I was holdin in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall back,
