On the eve of our exile we carve names in the elms To remember our last days of life on the roads In broad daylight we crawl through the trenches To
, niggaz wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck
Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth I'm dressed to kill, my
'm blowin' off some trees, pumpin' B.I.G.'s Greatest hits, this was my latest shit Watch how niggas act when they play this shit This a lesson, shits for real no dressing
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
, no time to watch these putos roast Coasting, down the block fucking up these levas I don't give a fuck and I don't think I ever will I kill for thrills
time to watch these putos roast 56 Coasting, down the block fucking up these levas 57 I don't give a fuck and I don't think I ever will 58 I kill for
? What the fuck? Someone threw a brick into my TV It wasn't us, we were all outside smoking trees Where's my phone? I'm gonna call the fucking cops Aw, fuck
now I owe grant for that same can for pissin, 'cause some of my people, poverty stricin', Sleepin in the same spot, that they probably shit in. Kill you, Kill
hollow Who can blame a woman like her, singular parent One love already dissolved and the solution left polluted Two kids with a father who broke out as resoluted So fuck
Im kickin' niggas fiendin' Just to kill 'em though Before I go I get them Swishaz with them Navajos Upon tha mighty Mississippi Now can I fuckin'
choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street Abunch of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G. Fuck
what a waste of my time to come here with you watch you fucking dance you make me sick, with all this shit i don't know what to do maybe i should kill
me correct I caught her under the Christmas tree Young Hov ain't have no pops Thank God, man, I had the block Ya'll hear me though You young fucks got
I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com And I am everything these fuck
face was pale, I looked at him kneel Just wanna talk, you a deer, starting chasing him He jumped in the tree, had grass in his ear I'm a kill you nigga
come with I don't give a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch in the land of g's smoking QP's Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees man I get crunked do what with my
