i'm just as through with you as you could ever want me to see this your new reality, And now i'm just as through with you as you are through with me
I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
sky (the sky) And if (and if) I die (I die) I don't want you to cry [Hussein Fatal] I stay sharp as always Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project
heavens Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried I'm thru with
tough inside, in the rush to die Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth What's goin on with the wasted youth, please God come and save me (save me), had to work with
ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas
deep inside, baby girl would always be mine Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime wit you, bought you some shells when you turned
if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make tha shit simple and run To catch one nigga me fill 'em with
lived a couple blocks away from me (owh) As I walked through the subway it must have been about quarter past three In front of me stood a beautiful honey with
will fuck your mind if you give it brain Or give it head, that's one the same As long as blood's runnin through my hundred veins It'll come together whether
ve been dead for days Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter You said I was a sucker, your mother Now your dead, with a busted head No
sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well
stranger The air thin as the area paper Days feel long as The Hume, few semis through Never thought they'd see the day they give thanks for diesel fumes Just
a stranger The air thin as the area paper Days feel long as The Hume, few semis through Never thought they'd see the day they give thanks for diesel fumes Just
Deadly hows I play the game, nothin else can fuck with that See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that The dead will come alive
field With my lean on, swerving my wills Full time with the grind, like nine on the limb Lone Ranger, so I don't conspire with them Got men that'll fire