express my hate fists can't release this anger we're going down together and forever my beloved fellow, we are losing heart my beloved friends, we are losing heart
life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went
all (pissed!) Get ?? We dont take (defeat!) Me steppin (retreat!) You can lose yo arms, better use yo feet Jus pick up my cannon, nigga, yeah yeah Hear
back, women in the red and black, Don't look back, they're going to take your heart away, I'm telling you don't look back, women in the red and black
any alcoholic beverage Losing all of my leverage Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left rich Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage Smoked out like Eckridge Band just
creep in, everyday it's so grey and black Hope, I just need a ray of that Cause no one see's my vision when I play it for 'em They just say it's wack
indo' coming out the back room Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames
and lose the keys My legs barely hold all of my heart and soul My ears hardly hear only our sound is clear My mouth merely moves the words just disappear
sway it, we'll die just to lay it We try to supress it until they undress it And beg 'em to use it, and cry not to lose it No man can deny it so don't
brown or black That any moment, any second, any day could be your last I knew this cat thats very talented in basketball, in fact He could have went to
t blame Rob And Ms. Stevens, what can I say? A close call But it wasn't me you visit at the morgue When they killed Spark that night, my heart went to
call most of y'all did admit thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip slipped fell on the black ice Did you think twice, homeslice came and he went
his pocket and started to scream. "I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around! I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy
ve had mine" Just too much for him to lose Because of some Cuervo passion Cold, cold forty-five, answered in Texas fashion I know that your oil is black
abusin' White pussay From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe First he played his life cool just like Michael Now he rock ice too just like I do Yo, you
up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then
