[nature] Do you see what I see? Do you smoke what I smoke? Do you wanna smoke? Do you wanna ride? Yeah aiyyo aiyyo When I walk into a room, niggas
24-7, 365 Days Niggas coming sideways, not me Some are sloppy My style sharper than a three-piece suit Plus a tie, and deper than the look In a thugs
We aint friend (guess it gotta be like dis) no more, howd it end (you made it like dis) cold war, we aint close (i thought we was gonna be here foreva
I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends I don't give a fuck about your Man boo I don't give a fuck about your friends And your friends ain't shit,
[Nature] Do you see what I see? Do you smoke what I smoke? Do you wanna smoke? Do you wanna ride? Yeah aiyyo aiyyo When I walk into a room, niggas
"yo nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the Niggas that used to be on the block, ill will, marty, black ed, yo son, Mad
Next time he tries to leave I'm gonna help him to the door Won't be no sorrow from me 'Cause there's no sorrow anymore I tried like hell to make him
And all my girls say What Tie me up, tie me up Oh, oh baby Oh, yeah Last night I had a dream And I couldn't sleep What was wrong with me Thinkin' 'bout
Nature, it's all around me Nature is so astounding Puts me on a beach Swims beneath the sea It's never out of reach It's even you and me Nature, it'
Taking my time, walking the line For someone who doesn't care Taking my time, walking the line For someone who's never there It's a fool's game that
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Try hard, try hard to care Give a little laughter And take a bigger share You really don't need no You really don't need sympathy Forever in danger,
It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose I got a little proposition, homey
Feel so low, Too low to get high, Trying to remember, Trying to survive. Passing by, Another day, Nothings changed, I made the same mistake, I made
A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder
I'd rather be your coffin than your pillow because we press through flesh we break the skin. we push back through the skin. we chew through what we're
She wears her butterfly on her wrist But she might as well cut it's head off She's holding different weapons To kill the ghost inside Or at least kill
Hello, I'm your martyr, will you be my gangster? Can you feel my trigger hand Moving further down your back? When you hide, hide inside that body But