And tried to make them understand Oh, that I didn't wanna kill kennedy Or cause his blood to run Well he alone could have saved his life By throwing down his
tha best/ u can test/ pull it out tha left side of my vest/ cause I deal tha best/ so tha block neva rest/ Money in my hand/ body on my heart/ good thang
Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at
Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his
Stonehenge throw away. He began all this strife; He'd spoken to my wife. I swore I'd take his life - He was good with a knife. Fighting him hand to hand
out there jukin' with this gat in my pants I put this thing to your back make you throw out your hands My bull is shit ali a nigga spill some hen on
a Jew's harp on the table that's a crayon in his hand And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled Far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw
a trigger, two with a bat, three big brothers Four wanna squal with me, so I guess a brother gotta throw Tell 'em like this ya better get up out my camp
me a Benz You know me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands He ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and then ran I check my flow
under my ceilin' The paper said, lacerations to her what did the killin' But thats on my first born to make him my first blood Nigga, you took her from
feelin' Commited ? mutherfuckin? centuries under my ceilin' The paper said lacerations to her ? what did the killin' But thats on my first born to make him my first blood
ran in they boat and shot him when he leaned in (Dubez) Semi-auto glazed blazed, I'm thinking my arm grazed Peeled back the last guiro, blood leaking through my
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
fights? Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright And what you know about my writes? Ah, what you know about my writes? Ah, what you know about my
he had a 22 Straight sitting behind his back I grabed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didn't understand
held up his hands in a gesture of peace The silver opponent allowed this retreat Then the man with the red sword attacked from behind Left the silver sword fighter
one of the warriors flouted the rules And with cunning and guile had the other one fooled As he held up his hands in a gesture of peace The silver opponent
