please submit, the notion that I no longer believe in this shit? Lay me on the consummation bed, a fatal blow driven to the maidenhead. We're running on nothing, on
submit, the notion that I no longer believe in this shit? Lay me on the consummation bed, a fatal blow driven to the maidenhead. We're running on nothing, on
snuck up on (Melaca ??) made the muthafucker suck on a (suckacorn??) sucka? suckacorn? suckacorn?? hit jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him its fucking on
in this silly game To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life? To all y'all niggas Conversating on
You fucking with me, nigga ? You fuck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This
coolage Hell yeah Born thuggin' heartless and mean muggin' at 16 On the scene watching fiends buggin' Kicking up dust with the older g's Soaking up
You sent for me I was knock knock knocking on death's door You ignore, adore, a rebours me You leave me washed up begging for more If you really cared
all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin Chop the bitch up (baby sham) Caught up in this foul mix-up Tore wide open, bitch’ll need a major stitch-up Dig
hear the drug abuse it Here we go again Now watch the way we always blow the spot Here we go again We fuck shit up and take the shit you got Here we
diamond Fresher than the fragrance of limon When we strike It's all in the timing Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin' Fucking with huge contracts With white beaters on On
'all I be the god up in the flesh y'all Bless y'all With nothing but the best y'all Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all Bitches, you
freak But the world wants to blame it on me (my life is twisted) I wanna run but if I run I'm only running form myself Would it be easier if I were someone
black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit Dippin' on them bitches Get off dick You soft pricks I'm from New Orleans Homeless but don't forget The sun even shines on
' fuck her Don't tryta pick up for them lames around you You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown Got niggas running
bra, Fuck those haters I see, Cause I hate that you breathe, I see you duck, You little punk, You little fucking disease, I got H.U. tatted on the
Fuck america, tom meztger, and kkk And to the cracker named j.b. stoner Don’t let me catch you on no corners I see you on tv talking more shit But just
running up I never tell you to get down it’s all about coming up So what they do go and ban the ak? My shit wasn’t registered any fucking way So you
yaay Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain Fuck knowin' these
