Father my father, well what have you left for me? What am I to make of this convoluted legacy? You raised me, ingrained me Led me to believe that the
my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer
Tupac] Hahahahahaha My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli
maggots through the thin flesh they bore I shall bloody my hands til the last breath be torn from me So blindly we walk the winds of these plaged streets Dead
, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt. I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were but she had some way of finding them out. He took dead
the people in my business, (all in my business) They come to find out, ain't even one of my children You illin, playin with these kids man You're dead
money and nobody affording me Playing my cards right whiter then a Marb lite Voice raspier then christian bale in the dark knight I got my competition saying our fathers
Gotta S On My Chest That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead (Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...) (Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead
: (Julie Miller) When I go don't cry for me In my fathers arms I'll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed and I'll be whole Sun
sound Dead drunk like my uncle Touch my brother dood n I'll cock and shoot or cut your throat Gucci mane fuck up the sound Dead drunk like my uncle Touch my
kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil
: My dearly beloved brothers ye who cook coke to crack Chop it sell it to fiends to make a profit back Dealers gamblers and hustlers pimp ballers and
the land of a million drums there is always something going on, on, on, on If you can't locate your thought off might as well go on take your dead home
Down by the creek under brush under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down at the park under stone under pine There's a carcass of my brother William
my shadow's jealous My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come from
That's my fathers And I'm licensed to carry those shits regardless Ya'll just played my man, caught her with a million dollars Worth of fireworks, coming
it Get the green from the scale like the lizard had it Bear witnesses I unveil this instant classic, yes My God, my God, my God, yes My God, my God,
