one whispers trapping your thoughts from being heard eyes look into themselves as the mirror shatters escape, a question once asked to the barrel of a gun
a week And after taxes, you know what that is lunch meat And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I
go Search and Destroy A million little pieces A million little pieces A million little pieces A million little pieces A million little pieces A million little pieces A million little pieces
we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered Broken into thousands of pieces, smashed and
? At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw, killer and a thief And I
I die, bury me a motherfuckin' G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece 'Thug Life', motherfucker
this but Yo, I'm Spacey like Kevin and some do knowledge of seven Praise Jesus and Jah, Buddha, Allah or just Heaven Yeah, and some like it moderate and some like a
, I'm a fingerless glove For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a beard and a trenchcoat Chillin first class, steady sippin on a coke To a paranoid cop, I'm a
a seat function flamed up witha a B hat And im patten my pockets yellin " wheres my piece at " Like an ink session gettin a snake in the back tat Got a
us Don't touch a Mike or a gun if you ain't gonna use it, do it Claiming your weapons and tecs And you gonna be checked and fluid, prove it 'Cuz no
, now that should've been 1 Don't eva leave the house without being strapped wit a gun Rule 8, just repeat 1 to 7, and if you eva get to heaven Hug my
I wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody Can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson And I'm a heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga
parents and got rich, Set their house on fire then watched them lynch, Ever since its been nothing but black clouds and black cats, And every night I see a
drama She's a gangster and the other terminal cancer Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer Heaven and hell is on earth Heaven and
twin Glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock Man, we finna go up in this club, show a lil' love Get a few drinks, holla at some girls Snatch up a
cap three at the first coward I up and see I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet When I rush your front door, you get a few to your
