enough of you. You cheap shots only separate you. You hide behind your reputation but we see through. Yeah, you say you have nothing to prove. Show's over coward
had enough of you. You cheap shots only separate you. You hide behind your reputation but we see through. Yeah, you say you have nothing to prove. Show's over coward
my life... Leave me for dead, but victories that much greater when you climb out from the gutter, ya feel me Yous a bitch yous a lame yous a coward,
stage He learned his values on the streets at an early age Watch for police Don't come home (why) 'Coz mammas acting crazy At the hospital 'Bout to have another
critical Nothin is colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus] [last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier" [2Pac] Be a coward
infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you get let And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another
fight Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath
I was on the Peter Pan bus You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom? Allowed me to be taught You cowards is just now learnin the shit
shit got drastic on that bastard Left him fo the cats that sent them straight to hell Just like hosts of veil another soldier's tale Nigga the life of a coward
through the city like I'm used to this shit Fuck ya vest nigga, my shells go true to that shit Catch ya breath, you ain't heard about that nigga Po? Murder
breathless. Restless, 'cause the time we share is the enemy. From my enigma to my chaos. It was supposed to be. Another night off, how painful to see the flash. Another
: The stench is running so thick, Tough as nails, gotta break it with an icepick, Not stop, gotta get what I wanna, Take another step and I dip around
one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was puttin' Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin' with whom? Allowed me to be taught You cowards is just
the spot, GD's! VL's! [Chorus: Project Pat] Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
action Communication breakdown, it's all the same Havin a nervous breakdown, draw you insane It's just pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain Another man's loss, another
under, then pillage and plunder It kind of makes you wonder How one can hurt another But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler It's like breathing
big rims, and a Mac 10 Ridin' through the city like I'm used to this shit Fuck ya vest nigga, my sHells chew through that shit Catch ya breath, you ain
