There was a man from Allentown who fed his son to death He calmly watched him gorge himself until his final breath And there he stood surprised and shocked
There was a man from Allentown who fed his son to death He calmly watched him gorge himself until his final breath And there he stood surprised and
the speed limit or pushin red lines Six months in the county or fed time I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic, any
keep me straight 7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him I say aiight but still
heart Vouchin to be the last woman of my breed Right alongside some niggaz who seem to feel the same way After all, one who stands for nothin falls for anything
there wit all ya might If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might If he say, anything in here tonight
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines Six months in the county or fed time I'm a be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic
or headline Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines Six months in the county or fed time I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm
runnin to the grave getting closer to death I still ain't forgave my self For anyone who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself And yea they say
to say thanks for the privilege? Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for living
they keep me straight 7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him I say aiight but
Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines Six months in the county or fed time I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic
're also prepared to say thanks for the privilege? Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as a
in your mind with verbal illustrations You know if cash was blood I would of blead to death I scarfice fed others before I fed myself The streets are
Either physically or emotionally, Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just... You couldn't feel anything
