, the sound, of what i might be when that old ghost is around I wish i could turn back to those nights and just stay home And i wish i could learn that
I wish i could turn back to those nights and just stay home And i wish i could learn that the thoughts are clear when i'm alone Its just that i don'
slangin' Cuz the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin' Cuz I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob That I
me now I'm still a thug Nigga I still smoke bud You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what? This is Bone Thugs niggas Thinkin I
attacks (attacks) My body's aching, there's no turning back So take your eyes off the trigger I'm not to blame If your world turns to black As your
1: Martin Finch (Classified)] Hey Class, I'm back, I'm back in the 'fax, I'm back with a bad back I was trapped in shallow Manitoba, where everything
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different
a god on earth It was something I could not understand, or explain I mean you Don't know The things I do while you are out cold The things I do for you
I could go a step ahead and try Harder than before but I deny Always when I try a step Something's gonna hold me back Back to where I started I just bump
back It wasn't nothin' but a Microphone contract! Dressed in black I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few
deep in soul I tell Ms. Rahman, I'm sorry what happened that evening But it was Tone; his name came up now we even And Mr. James I wish I could change
attack, I gave you a chance Matter of fact, yo, I ordered them to 'dance For me', they tried to turn me 'inside out' They felt the 'wrath of my madness', I
my pain It's like I got nothin to lose, and shit to gain Please, hear me out Dude doused gasoline my house to get me out And all I could think about is
for; hit the floor I pull a fast one to let you know today could be yo' last one black Take your breath like an asthma attack Just a slave like Flavor
I got my gun in my boo purse And I don?t bust back, because I shoot first Uh, how do he say what?s never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch
that track you phone I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck And I hate Stoplight I always make to the next ?McMany? I told you right I wouldn't C-Walk Light me out
she can't do Anything I wanna do but when I turn my back I'm a mean speed demon heart attack Baby can't drive, baby can't drive I'm a million miles
write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
