gon' kill Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made your deal Three thousand miles away and I could
bitch won't quit barkin' Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in Lookin' for Big's killers
Ramada Inn I said it wasn't me, I got a twin Oh my god it's you! Not again It all started when my mother took my bike away 'Cuz I murdered my guinea pig
moment away Soon I'm gonna be old, soon you're gonna be old Remember love is not something you can keep It just takes the wind to blow it away You look
a moment away Soon I'm gonna be old Soon you're gonna be old Remember love is not something you can keep It just takes the wind to blow it away You look
queen, bitch This looks like a blow job to me Coz what we need is some controversy Everybody suck, just swallow me Cos I like a big dick up my dish MTV killed
real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy
me No it can't get no better for me [Verse 2:] I'm a kill the game and invite witnesses No death penalty, I'm givin' out life sentences Like keep grindin' boy
I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit' laser Look at my whore, that is your
't get it All she understands is the boy that she raised just might Die in a hospital bed fightin' for his life I'm prayin', standin' over you Lookin
out of my medical tray, perpetuate Prevail wondering the alphabet is the predator and the prey Don't let em walk away, broken in the bone yard, smokin' in the boy
you on a mad trip The thoughts unveil I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round, the lowest of the levels, the positive raps that kill devils The abstracts
be This, that, and the third Boy did I learn, tables turn Billy holiday burned down to play when my nerves drowned my folks away Swerving in the locomotive
love like it's tennis time So many shoes that my closet look like Finish Line So many acres that my crib look like Bermuda So many diamonds the safe look
away Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on It don't even look real; aww
trouble at the party cause we're strapped with nines Dance floor secure, don't bother tryin to get out You looking for the late AM this man pull red out Nobody cause killing
Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a Florida boy But I'm gonna shout y'all niggas out 'Cause I got number one love for New York, niggas, you heard?
I'm just killin', maybe he just snitchin' See a whole lot different from my cell in Clinton I see is straight bird, straight girl Yea he be a killa,you kill the words you gotta look