What hea?s afraid of? Why, Why I shot my friend? And I can't breath Everything, everything is done I cannot sleep But why, What is a friend for? Why I shot my friend
Why What hea?s afraid of? Why, Why I shot my friend? And I can't breath Everything, everything is done I cannot sleep But why, What is a friend for? Why I shot my friend
sound moves when I hit the ground A low, lower than I've ever been in Shot so hard it stung like pins The last time I drown my head One last time before I
. Rappers I kill em down is where I send them villian My plan is illin' so much. - I need some peniculine. Cats is spillin' cause I'm down here Kickin
nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash
for understandin Come together Now as I said my prayers through the years I shed a few tears Cause it's unjust when I see my peers get shot And dropped
God I'm sorry I'm a drug money barer shotting shank nasty white in my area don't touch it you'll feel like you got kainro I smoke weed but I know about
vision stuck with that image burned into my brain And it feels so dumb that I could ever trust her When someone else fucked her, then walked away And I
darlin', hey baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you Bitch I'm fuckin' For real I'll make
inside of my pockets That say I strip which means I might get caught lose Everything that I bought, the house, the kids, and the car I know it sounds
I gots to go man, watch I come through watch I throw the West with my hand, go and get me some break em off with my palm, I gots to come through and I
't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar
Of That Bullshit We Both On take It The 'source', 'hip Hop Quotable', Of Course i'm Pullin' Out My 'roots', To Breathe In My 'black Thought' let's Be Honest, I
I'm sly as a fox I can rocks I got smarts when they starts tradin' shots they get dropped I pull my card, I pull my card, I pull my card not I use the
she's finding matches inside of my pockets that say I trip Which means I might get caught, lose everything that I bought The house, kids and the car, I know this sounds
bye to a sound bwoy in The shot ti fly now that sound bwoy lie dead Two shots dead to dem chin, enemy or friend Fake the funk, I put the junk to a muthafuckin
s never stuck up I know when to shoot my mouth off and when to shut the fuck up Every rhyme I write, worth bitin' Every room I'm in, worth micin' I'm
cause I gots to go man watch I come through watch I throw the West with my hand go and get me some break em off with my pump I gots to come through and