time will tell. We've created this ourselves. Dear lover, this is hell. Make no mistake, we've created this ourselves. Make no mistake. Dear lover, this is hell
they gon kill me So Syke, get skanless nigga) [Big Syke] Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw) After all this shit I did with my Mac
Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
Now I'm 'bout to get Real deadly. Ready for the war When we just start bombing shit Trying to cop my click? Hell no! Real raw. Y'all niggas thought this
: Let it go There's no way you can save it now Get back, you know that this city is burning So the story goes It makes you wonder 'Cause if we're trapped
Shaggy 2 Dope] Runnin' backyards up a wall, Shaggy 2 Dope in this motherfucker You talkin' to your boy, the silence is for suckers So I'm out there, throughout
guarantee she go with me But the only thing I need to know right now What a pretty girl like you doing in this part of town With a city girl swag and
on my mind is to get more millies Niggas talk shit that's silly Shawty he ain't about that really is he Nigga I'm illy Hey I run this city clearly Tell
life is in jeopardy Everyday is you telling me You wouldn't need weaponry Just because of your felonies Consider this at least I got everybody sweating me Homies streets is
And when I die, bury me in all Polo Kanyeezy's on my feet with two pony tails Bitch I'm hotter than going to hell Oh well and the money is my only mail
in peace Torro And when I die, bury me in all Polo Kanyeezy's on my feet with two pony tails Bitch I'm hotter than going to hell Oh well and the money is
consequence? Now I'm 'bout to get real deadly, ready for the war When we just start bombing shit, trying to cop my click? Hell no, real raw, y'all niggas thought this
'head, go get drunk, nigga Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfucka It's Brick City dawgs over here We gon' take it down like this
lookin when I'm - blaaastin' I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high On the lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die Tell me why cause this stress is
solo I went to a hundred thousand, from a whole fo' So all you haters hate me, as I make a little mo' [Hook] I'm going platinum this time, (this time-this
style begun To uplift the mind, boy I'll bring out the sun You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
Let hell stand yo shit burried in the mud Following traces of gun powder, residue, and blood A positive ID is impossible, So you know, John Doe Is what
