too, son You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day Time has a way of breaking you down Piece by piece
yours too, son You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day Time has a way of breaking you down Piece by piece
know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death
I'm a changed man Hey turn the lights up Still ballin', 2pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look [Verse 1: Tupac] By age 16
em right you prevail - you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction Cause I, could look at the piece
it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death
up in the ghetto actin savage When junkies smoked dope and murder was average How could you cope in the city of dope Young brotha hangin from a tree by
stupid homicidal binge Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins But this drama, you'll never hear a word of cause all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder Gang murder
there's just one left I feel my bones becoming stiff And now I wonder endlessly The spirits have abandoned me My limbs are falling piece by piece My ears
: [Chorus x2] What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel? Thoughts concealed by shield of
through the valley of Chi where death is Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless Uhhhh! Try to catch it Uhhhh! It's kinda hard hard Getting choked by
death seduced by my ghetto Play dice with my life a flirter of murder Tease the grave courted my sanity slept with my rage If life's a bitch then deaths
people passing by Go on, get out of here, you don't know what you're dealing with I will crush your soul & tear you up, you mother fucking piece of shit
the gift Its your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way Fuck 'em like the Earth say From first day I survey the hassle Death knockin at your door
reachin for ya glocks Ain't no time for reason and thrown pieces and the "L" sign Call this matter life and death, man you walk a thin line Crime on
reachin for ya glocks Ain't no time for reason and thrown pieces in the air side Call this matter life and death, man you walk a thin line Crime on my
squeeze Well goin release, I aint scared, I?m on my knees I?m a really keep it real with the Jesus piece I got yall tripping pimping, by the way that
