what we had, Lays six feet down. Now what we had, Lays six feet down Regret fills the gap now, You can't turn back time. You're nothing to me now, You
strapped so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me? Can't turn back
I must then get off the bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus]
wrath Pistola to the neck, devil turn off the Westec(?) and when you're rollin have mo' respect (bitch) Tied his ass up and took everything I could A nigga straight robbin, mobbin, back
life, there must have been - buried now under long accumulation - some extreme joy which, never spoken, cannot be brought to mind. How else, in this unconscious city
The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy We got the real live shit from front to back
turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top, These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop. I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica, We cut down the weed, bury
Bob's down with the crew ready to do Any muthafucka steppin' to F.M. Blue and Randy Austin You're lost when, you thought that you can hang with this Niggas, this
bob Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job This is not a song I made about crack It's all about losing what you can't get back 'Cause the
It all sort of looks familiar Until you get up close and then it's different clearly But each time you turn a corner You are, you are right back where
I must then get, off this bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road I'm
worry niggas thrity niggas that like to bury niggas And scary niggas get all the time, and what they got is all of mine Ya never talked this shit until
flesh so I can devour your heart Music is my playground But if the rapping don't get you I hit this head with the back of the pistol until this bitch
me what did I do to deserve All of this madness around me Found me in the studio burying myself in work smoking herb Tried to kick me to the curb To the back
the war Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this
None of gravities properties are on top of me, Can't hold me back from taking a stab like Chopper Read, Can't hold me back, I'm back around again like
