NEED YOUR SYMPATHY, JUST CAUSE I'M ALONE, DOESN'T MEAN THAT I'M LONELY, CAN'T YOU SEE...CAN'T YOU SEE, I'M IN MY LITTLE CORNER OF THE WORLD
eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for
Ya'll Don't Bleed Blood Ima Make You A Believa Pop Pop, What You Receiva A Mothafuckin Bullet From My Automatic Pistol, Hit You Him Too, And All The Rest
that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers but maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reels, all these
ain't from the ?? (fo' sure) Little voices in my head got me doing dirt The ever deaths of the murder painted on my shirt Is it the sisqo that's fucking up my
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
my arm bleeding This is my last resort 'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind
give you all of my trust will you fuck it all up for the love of lust? Hoes, I loves you so, but unlike my friend, you're just my foe. Peace 'til the
ya'll don't bleed blood Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva/ A mothafuckin bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the
got me fuck naw Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it 'Cause they're cornered
you know That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted
Say hoe, yeah you Can I ask you a question You like to fuck? Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that Will you like to make love? I saw you walking
your friends get jealous You find out, you quickly get restless You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt you Because your so-called friend rattled on you You
your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money
'9''] All you gotta do is say my name, I make the gun sang, sang like Aooooooooh, You don't want, I have you niggas, bleeding laying down hurtin' on the
the nine You ain't got chips, fuck the world you got chips, you can fuck the next mans girl Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world Where thugs