Breathe pain.....lord out of my head Lay me, lay me, lay me, lay me down Fall......out of my way Sinking', I'm sinking As you stay will you ? Will you
Breathe pain.....Lord out of my head Lay me, lay me, lay me, lay me down Fall......out of my way Sinking', I'm sinking As you stay will you ? Will you
underground stock Around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders I left your town with all the gold pieces Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releases Payin' witnesses to hold they breath
to die for all my souljas Like hillbillies, they don't fear me So refuse bringin war to the city With each breath, death before dishonor Never let you
up by the neck. Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp as the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath. Turn
: [B-Real] Uh, uh, yeah.. Do you know who I am? (3x) [B-Real] I'm in a deep yo Peep though Things are on the fallout Kids all lookin' to peel my way
: I breathe alone, my skin begins to peel Forsaken in my misery to battle this ordeal I can't resist the cravings, no I have to ease the pain My screaming
Keep it gangsta) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) [verse one] Everyting is real on this concrete and steel Niggas peel
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it For ten years I been connected to the top of this Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin
peer through plastic eyes Through plastic eyes Peel back the rind And youll find something kind You're still you, remember you Rosy child, strong and wild With apple lungs You, you breathe
not knowing that they ain't making or breaking me My life I live is to the limit and I love it Now I can breathe again, baby, now I can breathe again
you peel off and I take off Give me no space whatever I want I takes, whatever I need I bleed and see Bitch nigga don't breathe on the weed I'm fucking
: [Killah Priest:] A nigga got the call so I'm the boss I get up, go outside, jumped in the ride Before I grabbed the wheel and peel, pushed the stick
: Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in the headphones holding his breath... shit, fuck. Hahaha! Wicked! 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style And
When Rogue dawgs call it's an all out war move 56 marks it 'cause 56 swore to Heartless insaine ghetto hoodlum livin and never dyin' Midwest side until my last breath
me confront The ultimate sin You're ready to die But I'm dying to live The hustler's theme Caught in between greed And the best of things I don't even breathe
thuggin' with me nigga, then I'm thuggin' alone, I'm a ruggish bone like Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie and Flesh Art of War to the last breath, nigga ride
room to breathe ?Cause I?m one step closer to the edge And I?m about to break I?m about to break This room to breathe This room to breathe This room
