couldn't push away If this is what you need to get off, I'd hate to see what's next for you Are you disgusted with yourself? She'd have you slaughtered and hope you burn in hell You
I couldn't push away If this is what you need to get off, I'd hate to see what's next for you Are you disgusted with yourself? She'd have you slaughtered and hope you burn in hell You
just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you
What would you write if you just put a little ice on And cut your mic on But you don't even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python I meant
This ain't no mutha fuckin joke nigga it ain't worth it And even if your mother gets in it you cant surface It was all purpose Just like that bullshit you
transit cuz I've had enough of your antics your not a war boy na you're a prang bitch and you don't bang clips your gay now you don't bang chicks ok
it's like all we got left Teardrops and closed caskets Throw it up fool, hey nigga Tell me how you feel homie Yeah It took a week to go down, you recollect
he asked ?How you doin'? Would you care to join in?" She said, "Nigga is you crazy?? See this ring on my finger? That's my wife you was fuckin' My name
inside my mind, they think I'm Mr. Nice Guy all the time. How they say on Diary? You think you know, but you have no idea. [Chorus:] K.C.M.O is with
nigga insane the week a cock back and put a pistol to da brain weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine the plot to break us all down to eat you gotta cheat
'm comin' with the steel It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you Stop you in your motherfuckin' tracks nigga and drop you Get rid of all
momma, 'cause I need money fast 'cause without money, you can't live, you can't last I heard some new clown across town was runnin' shop Anything ya need, they got, so i'ma bout to plot
is nothing you can say When two people say good-bye, oh my For there's nothing you can say when it's over And there's nothing you can do when it's done
scoop stays focused even at a far range i see it all even if it a small change fever rappin this start stay it always home of tha ball fase and da scare face
play hard Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. Bullet Proof: 16 worth a mill my
