all y'all go to the cops, and I don't give a fuck if none of y'all gimmie my props i got shit in my name and my credit is worse what's to stop me from
mutherfuckin' centuries under my ceilin' The paper said, lacerations to her what did the killin' But thats on my first born to make him my first blood
my baby sister she ain't deserve that shit Nigga you couldn't of, nigga you wouldn't Put your hand on a women, how could it be my sister Can't say I wouln
this feel so good Won't somebody tell me while I'm alive Why can't I withstand my lust is so much stronger than my love for life (It's just fate to play
'cause it'll be platinum And you could say you seen Common rock the stadium My words is the sword, my skill is the shield My life is the style, I stay
me now I'm making my move come on and love me now --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wash my hands Washed my hands of crimes Pour the water over my skin, my spine Cleanse my soul and ease my
my face It's the last time It's not forever The dust in the wind It's the last time One world, one dream The stars in your hand No light, no life The scars
TO GIVE THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND FROM WHERE I COME MY PAST NOT A PRETTY ONE SCARS NEVER STARS NOW I'M READY TO QUIT AND LET THIS LIFE BE DONE SOME TELL
life of my sister, Well she's brighter than the sun when she shines. And I have been baptized in water, I have been baptized in fire And I've knelt with both hands
high school my pops he left me young i often lost my cool days i feel my mama's gun i lost my only son when my girl she almost died a bad abortion haunted
Locked in your head an unbreakable code A secret never spoken is a story never told Gonna show you the back of my hand they say You can hide those scars
English Channel backstrokin You don't know me or my style We hold court and blow trial You catch cal when you browse through my X-files Who be next now
open I swim the English Channel backstrokin' You don't know me or my style We hold court and blow trial You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files Who be next now, man's down, hands
, I'm tryin to keep my head above water Not stressed about dyin for a quarter in a shorter My time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better
like hand grenades Ya patna's over there bleeding Now you in church, four days later obituary reading Test me, lets see am I hard like I claim to be Stomach scarred
'm gonna make it Make it to the top I'm the last of the wild ones (I'm the last of the wild ones) Battle scars in my eyes (Battle scars in my eyes) I
. me on South Street Thoughts of the past came to kick my ass And left me bleeding on the concrete You can see these scars and these wounds up close These wholes in my
up When the time comes I put my hands on the table They are examined for what they are A long life line that's been cut short By the road, the time, the battle scars
