Everything is the same as before, but where do I go from here? Where do we go from here?
Vertimas: Kraujo Kraujo. Vis pakliuvom Iki.
' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up
's what you get for thinkin and eventually Found that's what you get for stinkin Blowin up the spot when you rot Plus if it gets hot they know you dipped For
yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black
chance to pull for your gun. Man, a lot of ya'll cats can't stand that one on one. Wind up getting embarrassed right in front of your hon'. Despite the bullshit, Black still
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz
that always give me back pain Fuckin' up my money so, yeah, I had to act And short nigga but these ho's love my accent She came up to me and said this
lyrics. [Intro] Yo Ice - We heard what happened man We heard some niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up
you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck
Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up
a lotta love G A T E S, I hope you wear a vest Even after you're out the fuckin' office 'Cuz we're on a totally different tip Fuck that pig brutality
up you'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned up before sun up So what's the color I'm raggin'? Been a millionaire for years still saggin' Left pocket
it What's up now punk? You start to choke up? You try to move on the ice, you'll get broke up Midnight, time for a homicide Showtime, somebody's gonna
like me's still rappin Just treat each other right Either that, or you're lookin for a sure fight Fuck the police We already know they ain't about no fuckin
, some say just for fun And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun "Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all But what's up with that
What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga that dies No cries for the punk, he got trunked and bombed Since he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arm I drink blood
