't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to
victim? Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em Niggaz die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta
Just to understand, that every man, is his OWN man And only man can satisfy the man Only the soul of the man, the feelings of the man The for realness
Packs Dime's Plus Everybody's High To Doped Up To Ask Why. Watching Our Own Downfall Witnessing The End. Its Like We Don't Believe In God Cause We Living
I mu'fuckin walk that Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get CLAPPED AT I sleep with the stainless I walk with the stainless Man everybody know about 50
man Clips on the whips I ride in 'em Bad bitches I ride inn 'em Don't worry I'll get 'em Gat Jammed or un-jammed God dam Safest the safety don't work
ancient lies, man's manufactured demise death is your only faith, war is the one religion flock to your rotten god like a moth to a flame born, bred,
. Search, find. No stone unturned, no hell, no fury gonna stop my love and all its glory. Search, find. No man, no god, no pain can sever my love for you, God
of the god-fearing man. The wind sings its sad lullab through a blackened and hollowed ribcage. I'm to die in battle, divine with the flames as my grave
your will and All that you'll ever know This brotherhood of snakes shall Rule and control The corruption of man his fate And his soul This flame of
upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!" Here comes the story of the Hurricane, The man the
a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy. Told about Jesus, told about the rain, She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain By a man
chrome Left devils at they home Double bang, execution, we mo murda, stupid trick You bitch that asked me We don't play wit me game that be remainin mine and little man
posse up Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs As we strut as thugs we must doin our best to obey god violent in these times Got to
We choose the way you gonna go into the coffin man when it comes to Judgement Day Flame and blaze, and up at The Door with all of my problems man What
of a man living for himself with a heart of his own He comes to your table with his hands reaching out to you Father, wont you please give me more God
: Listen Hear it all Of a tale Of a man Of the king Of his sins How he lived How he falls And on the throne Where he sits With his grip On
t Chris Brown. I am Chris Web. CT is listenin' to everything this kid says. The only time I get bread's At a meal Before my main course, God damn I need