answer and one of us is dead, so anyone who seeks the truth can get it straight to head! Than you and him can discuss what I did, yeah it was wrong
Lay Lay Lay Armageddon This beautiful tree Boo hoo Give up living Ample Eye They give in On The Buses, up the stair By the television Pretend to learn
, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
i could roll my trees up look in the rearview (CHORUS SNOOP) One time is on the block and the block is sorta hot same spot where i do my thang and
like a scene from psycho The bitch was in the shower I rushed her quick so she wouldn't have a chance to holler And said, "Shut the fuck up hoe" And
shittin' Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my di-dick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and
We must push forward boys And bayonet the Yankee tyrants To the copse of trees we charge To crush the Union Center And when they turn and run An open
the concrete off your dick But we're gonna live so happily In a faraway place, just you and me, if I don't crap out The sun will shine and give us a
two clips packed Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and
I'm dead and gone The way the world is going it won't be too long, when I'm dead and gone I'm on my way home Just give it up, just give it up, just
I'm homicidal Dangerous, mike packing and ill My peotry is my ammo, and it's ready to kill I'll put your head out with a quickness if we battle you
your pockets fat) 'Fore I buck you down (And I?m quicks to do that) Blew the top out his skull, now they want me dead All the niggas in his hood, police and
in the car How far must one go before he throw his whole entire life right out the window) (talking) [Tek] (Steele) And a dead boy, and I don't even
chance and couldn't set it You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time, forget it Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits E-swift scratchin and threading
husband used to beat ya Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleever He aint give a f**k i aint give a f**k neither He could see the devil,
[Chorus: Wayne] He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No
don't care Haters green as a pool table and they twice as square Had to cut a couple bitches, them niggas need stitches I'm getting money out the tree