: The last time I saw you You were talking to yourself Looking down at the pavement Wondering where your money went Just another breakdown Is that the
me Verse Two: B.G. I'm tryin' to get my mail straight Sell cd's and tapes I don't want to be jail bait Niggas want to kill me And increase the hell
you a'int a blood like Game, see I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath
we only receive what we demand and if we want hell then hells what well have i would turn on the tv, but its so embarrassing to see all the other people
, somebody say Hello (Hello) Hello (Hello) Hello (Hello) Hello (Hello) Our Father (Hello) Which art in Heaven (Hello) Hallowed (Hello) Be Thy Name (Hello) Thy Kingdom come (Hello) Thy Will be done (Hello
would come with new weather as the blank dormers stared at each other, or into thick Autumn air. Was that Allston in late 89, or some other place, some other
us, In the dark our love kept track of us, Pushed together by the lack of love. We held each other tightly through our hell of dreams. I still hear
: One two We don't stop Huh [VERSE 1] A revolution of mass confusion, brothers killin each other Robbin their mother, father, sister and brother They
I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad Two sisters, that were doin' the two brothers Now they fight 'cause they was doin' each other The girl posin
a cop or two Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off The penetentiary don't stop a nigga cause he's in jail Hell I'm makin more money on the
to go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little
niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other
the sky How many die? Heard the Fugee was trying to do me Look bitch I cut your face, this ain't no mothafucken movie Then We watch the other two
gotta keep my eyes open Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin My alibi, I'm victory Like them other vile men I'm marked for death Spendin my nights
tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus
, so they say, these ni**az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin and rappin Heard of some ni**az on the other
: Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin
all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her like no other now them other bitches wanna
