emotions. And now when time to face it, I know you will say: Walk away and you'll be sorry for the things I never said and done. Walk away and you'll
world I'm already feeling like me and you are shame I'ma hold y'all down for real, gotcha It was 1996, 4th of July, looking off in the sky Dealing with
though by then these faggots probably be done killed me I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas each a bill So what's the deal, niggas y'all know the deal
keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for dinner The Guillotine will chop your hands of and throw 'em out the window We're too critical for you well your walkin' away
album bringin y'all niggaz straight to the hood, come on walk with me [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Nigga I can hit you from a block away cause my chopper bang
pee on the potty she feel a minor pain And she noticed her vagina changing; and not for the better She see bumps and all kinds of things The doctor suggested
I rock like a professional, this ain't no lark You either hear me at a party or you see me in the park I rocked the many places far away from my home
with our Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away
DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell
fi dead 'Cause under right condition, we deal with competition, Ya hear me, just shoot dem on site And ZULU tell you the badman mission, to take away
my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too, If I'd broken both my legs, where
ghetto somebody else gets blowed Away, cause that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the Motherfucking rage, so I refuse to be caught not strapped When I walk
keepin' him warm But this time they walked by real slowly He thought to himself, "They look like they know me" They drove away, but he didn't stay He
Baby? [Velma Kelly] Shit! [Billy Flynn] Well, doctor, is she or isn't she? [Doctor] She is. [Billy Flynn] Would you swear that statement in court? [Doctor
! Life's what you make it so (Next part croaky) come on!...Come on! Doctor: I'm sorry, Miley. But this problem is not going away on it's own. If you ever
takes root and grows But the law now claims her body, the doctor's door is closed She goes back to another alley to a leering butcher's blade And the deal
