my braggin rights could be wrote on the longest list The most prolific rapper in the world that fits In my palm like this, my likeness is ubiquitous 36 albums underneath my
-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my
10 years old slangin dope by the pound Out of bounds, no limit till my dirt Bitch tried to break my heart and got her back hurt I'll let you ride if you suck my
rules for part of the year then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's tryin
me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever
hood Trying to get paper pull another capper Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper Got to get my mill from my record sell This time last year
'ma bust back We down to ride and, all you little Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack Been 18 lonely years, since I buried my T Dogs When I be shooting
year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My
world life goes on when you die fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked my lady waking
runnin shit Now it's time for the rest of you motherfuckin gangstas to show 'em how we livin [2Pac] Now I'm losin it cuz my brother died lookin down
we ain't never left man There go them hustlers, 7-1-3 [Yung Redd:] I raise my head in the clouds, mo'fuckers I'm high Can't clip my wings, mo'fuckers
all hood Trying to get paper pull another capper Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper Got to get my mill from my record sell This time last year