fine I'll find another place Where I just stop to run away and hide I'll find another place left the clock behind Out of time forget who I am ...
are fine I'll find another place Where I just stop to run away and hide I'll find another place left the clock behind Out of time forget who I am ...
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest But who's down to knock a head off and wear a vest? Take a flight through that Nolia and then see
a 360 nigga, 730 all the way dirty I got that burner on me now, you heard me Tasted the good life twice, rap and shooting dice Hell naw, I ain't put my head
beef we could handle it man to man When I pull out yo theres no need to reload it I flush you out your house and you a rodent I'm out for the chips and
: They met on a hill one late autumn eve Oh, noble and graceful both stood With eyes so intense, their passion so fierce The wildest flame burning inside
sheets tonight the memory will linger and burn And when she look at the face in the mirror What a terrible sight Lily white turning to raspberry (When it burns
they cannot utilize them because of fear You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart For fame and fortune or to get a head start But in the long
: 2Pac] Who's afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace Fuck the law, rather draw than do time Don't fuck with mine, cross
throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk You never seen time
same s**t that got us here [Outlawz] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
being showed, nigga love your hood But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out
ll never know it When we run out of time until it's all over with and there'll be nowhere to run. We'll never say it but we're over our heads and we'
last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
fuck witcha boy 'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the
know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 3: Spider Loc] I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head
