this 8ball contemplating suicide (Hold Up) Tryna smoke the pain away Hand on the dessert All dogs go to heaven Til then (smoke weed everyday) [Game]
just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh! Wanna say what's up to all them real ass niggas out there feelin this thug shit and fuck all y'all player hatin
screaming in the black night Praying not to be there Heartache, pain - all that remain It's raining in my heart I can still hear their sad barks Of the dogs
s yellin' "fuck your soul" 'Cause in this lustful world righteousness ain't never taxed deductibles So fold your food stamps and go collect your plate Hoping that heaven
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
Let sleeping dogs lie Time stands still, the room seems frozen now Two creatures moving in a game of lose or win, right or wrong Step aside, loosen this stranglehold May heaven
dead solders hang a little loose. What.. like they shootin in the heaven like they tryin to kill a jetson's struggle is little recruits Cute, smileless, heartless, violent, childhood destroyed devoid of all
? Let sleeping dogs lie Time stands still, the room seems frozen now Two creatures moving in a game of lose or win, right or wrong Step aside, loosen this stranglehold May heaven
Bone Now, I gotta give it up for all my dogs, a lot of my niggas with they names across the wall/ Some really took a fall and lost it all, but we gon'
Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh Wanna say what's up to all Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit And fuck all y'all
thats all black, more critical wit tha mack Are russian war, kick it they bitches and fuck'em all ? like squad, they all talked, I stuck'em all Yall niggas
off And when I ride by, it's like I fly by You like slow motion, all in 3-D 'Cuz everywhere I go, they be like, ?There he go" I fit the description,
m too damn gully If all dogs go to Heaven, yo, and if that's so Let's shoot, dawg, them all, yo let's see if we go I got some low corn booth or video
no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord Somebody shoulda told ya bout fuckin with a corpse Violent J y'all and I'm outta control Steady
the floor and yelled," Lord have mercy" Then they hit me in the face y'all But to them it ain't nuttin', but just a friendly game of baseball Crowd
soldiers hang a lil' loose Where AK-47s that they shootin' into heaven Like they tryin' kill a Jetson that struggles little recruits Cute, smileless, heartless, valiants Childhood destroyed, devoid of all
