ll ever know. "the doubt i feel has become more than a word. i thought I knew you." i watched the dust trail your steps off the road. if i stay here with
to me, when will I stop? I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies
shorty go reach for his glock And I ain't talking about that glock that pop I'm talking about the ill lyrics that I'm throwing off the top like 1 to
I set the flight Good night, I reen I mean not dreams When I let loose Induce 16 in your spleen And produce another murder scene My bullets fiend the teams
what baby) Don't be mad cause they screaming my name (Like what) From North, South East to West (Like what baby) Don't get mad cause I'm the best
called it drug related I was standing right there when his mother fainted And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate I grabbed my nina and made
move! Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit! Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo Yo man, yo Son I'm hit Man Son, I'm hit Yo Son? Son I'm hit Damn Son, you bleedin Son
froze of bein exposed I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor It's my borough, you don't want no problems I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside I
on the hill), Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?) I feel so trill (I feel so trill) Might
, when will I stop? I hit the weed an' hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by They shouldn't have tried me I send they bodies
henny My homie got shot right befo' my eyes I got shot too, but I survived I was just a teenager, never had a pager Always had flava, chasin' dat paper I
know I be the colonel 'cause I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal So be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I
and froze of bein' exposed I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the Mayor It?s my borough, you don?t want no problems I?m on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside I
is you? I invest in every pistol Aim on point like a steady missile Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds in dubs Where the weed at? I need that drug, cause I
that needed precussion I brun the music, shit that make crews flip State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over
move! Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit! Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo Yo man, yo Son I'm hit Man Son, I'm hit Yo Son? Son I'm hit Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son