the image its not your own isnt poverty fun when you can turn it off and on? youll know oppression when you no longer have the choice but for now
long lac, hella beat in the trunk Baby kick back, it's hella heat for the funk I dare a motherfucker to step to the Lo One too many drinks, now he's dead
landlord living inside my head Never paid my rent 'til the lights went dead And I saw my sign coming up the road Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on Don’t
talk to em… [Jadakiss] You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death LP soon comin for yall bless bless Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S. And I figure the more niggas dead
both his name and his face Through the halls and the corridors Stinging in blood He tasted his grin and it tasted good The King took his head Left him broken and dead
pain Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work
yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black
: Listen I promise to be Nuttin short of a G Never beg for mercy, never seein me flee Got blood on my knife, Got cash in my jeans Did dirt in my life
loved my uncle, God rest his soul Taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold And I left his dead ass there by
The landlord living inside my head I paid my rent till the lights went dead And I saw my sign coming up the road Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load
left. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead. Save your givings for the living instead. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead
seven years and he's happy that he's free at last All he had was his mother left Now she's gone and he's gotta make a change and make it for the better
We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin' own Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic Movin' on your left
Here we got a different kind of hustle Grind like a mothafucker, get it from the muscle Rain sleet and snow aint but 2 things can touch us Penitentiary and bein dead
for you every day And bring my money home to you" One day he up and left her And ever since that She waits down at the end of that dirt road For young
bullshittin Considering my position my opposition Gave me lots of vision In pots I'm pissing Still niggas try to make me missing I christen the dead Run
