Hello and good day, dear how do you do this to me? over and over tell me your secrets tell me the truth i'm drowning hello and good day, dear how do
I *censored* You better hide nigga *censored* is near And you know just as well I do You ain't no killer So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had
] Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy
when I was just a little niggero Rollin' through the hood with my pops I watched him kill a ho Boom (Boom!) was the sound Of the nine when they kill
need is a little bit Now don't kill it [redneck] Hell man, I took a couple of pulls Here, take two of my Budweisers, give me two of your Bulls [Devin
must And I trust in no man, no clan I never run, I never ran, how I could just kill a man Damn, lit shots, an Rude Boy come down In Motown, I don't fuck
bar buzzing like killer be Yeah, get money, don't hate, cause your girl wanna slide, foreplay What the hell was that? Rotate Are you in the club looking for a soul
you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill
wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Check On the two Jew-el's
the real press. Yoko: yes, amazing. John: amazing. They're just as tough as the real press. Very sexy. It's a boy, it's a boy. Questioner: why are
I kiddem I hittem, I killem and then I just give em the plea of their life I killem Its gonna be and hour or two Sayin' its true prayin' to god I can
ya We fathers with seeds of our own We're talkin about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones Now that the theory gone wrong An embryo with no soul
no more angels straight up KILLER! My apologies, it's not very God of me To go crazy and try to teach the whole world 'Sickology' I was then split in two
: For you to know You are completely transperent to me.. [Cage] My boy just found his mom dead Days after she got her palm read She's 'bout to drown
and I will deceive ya Inside a penitentiary there is no one equal No wrong, no right, and I will kill with a knife You wanna come to prison boy, I might
bout Fight for all the right things and let the Huey New out Pharrell what these niggas talkin' bout? Two man Big Pun, a one man Slaughterhouse A two
killin 'em back," right right [Chorus] - repeat 2X + (Mary J. Blige ad lib crooning) [Interlude: Mary J. Blige] Souls are captured (souls are captured
