swollen From all the times I?ve bit I held everything in Played dumb I did Now everyone?s sayin? She?s so out of it But I know much more than I let on
From all the times I've bit I held everything in Played dumb I did Now everyone's sayin' She's so out of it But I know much more than I let on
In a morge with a tag on yo toe Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go I'm a preach this up until the moment i'm on momo I follow my first rhyme
niggaz Plan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz I'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah Fucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular I ain't no hoe I'm taking on
all on you Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe What I go through and what I see, it's amazin On the slick
Flyer I paid my dues and I feel like trav'lin' on A runaway team of horses ain't enough to make me stay So throw your rope on another man And pull
] My rope all freezy, dope on the TV Ecstasy especially out the GT You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too Least you can say, you let somethin
you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walking with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on the rug Ain't never
soul decay. I felt betrayed for so long I can't let go. I will never forgive or forget A constant reminder Your lifeless heart on a rope around my neck
not the man. He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope he'll slip around my throat... and silence me. On the day he was tried
I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row
fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac
at least you know you gave your all be true to you, and that way you can never fall But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke just like a rope, they hang on
and I invest in all tha best those who test will find a bullet in they chest put ta rest by a brotha who was hopeless grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked wrote, crimes that
with our thumbs up our ass ain't going nowhere too caught up in the past easy to commiserate and break your heart again leave it all behind let the
TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never