[Verse 1] Sunshine feelin' static through your body you don't know what's going on Then a creep crawl the mind bends bet it all then cash in and be gone
shot of us Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us Please don't bow in my presence How am I a Legend? I just got 10 #1 albums Maybe now 11 More
been searchin They been wondering why (I kno) Hey Mr. Carter (hello) Tell me where have you been (shit you kno) They been asking They been searchin They been wondering why [Verse 1
think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset i don't shot to hit i shot to kill believe me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for real
'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin' I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya When I swerve hit nerves Number 1
I hear my name in the street Youll regret it U hear that Duck, duck, down, duck down, duck down [verse 1: raptile] I shot ya, its hells sign
All the way to Dade County) My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors [Verse 1
you got it, and if you brought it, That means you should've shot it cause I'm about ta, drop The real ya need a lot to kill a leader, prop the nina
sleep you bitch ass nigga? Tupac, Biggie! shut the f**k up! f**king dogs barking and shit [Punk Ass Motherf**ker] Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! *gun shot
I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze [DJ Paul] Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke Don'
Verse 1. its a long day Friday its like movin on this way got Xzibit up tight, right Partner cam through wit two white boys (duuude) talkin noise
No 'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin' I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya When I swerve hit nerves Number 1
at me I swear I won't duck down Wow you had me in awe You ain't have to shoot girl you had me from your jaw [Chorus] You shot me through the heart staring
hood Big gully A R keep swingin Paid so I'm boastin I can burn bread On 1 4 corner ways Suck yourself! You don't kill! (You don't kill!) I can tell
like I?m floating. True Story. Verse 1: Look, I had a homie that used to tell me I would blow But he died before he got to see me bloom Got killed,
like I know death Gotta watch my own steps Wonder my niggaz aint around cuz they all left Pride in the ring contemplating on my own death Shots fly niggaz tryin to kill
city boys trying to kill a kid ya heard me? shot me up in front of my crib ya heard me? he had the drop i couldn't run from him shot in the hand trying
a Babylon gangster, Hollygrove hustler You don't look familiar, roofers done kill you Gun shots will open up two bucks and then drill you Jump off my wheel and then the mailman will kill