But dead will not come now Shut down your hopes But hold hard the feeling Let's fill your veins with love Hold on, just keep on fighting(wake up) Cut down
and the ring in a slow exhale Two weeks went by, got a box in the mail In the box was a bullet made of gold Melted down from the ring, recast with two
the hammer in my jeans, Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than a fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits, A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket,
I made you think That the trust we had is broken So don't tell me you can't forgive me 'Cause nobody's perfect, no I hate that I let you down And I
Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart? Well, you could try sleeping in my bed Lonely, own me, nobody ever shut it down like you You wore the crown You made
you Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart? Well, you could try sleeping in my bed Lonely, on me nobody ever shut (?) it down like you You want a crown You made
raid, put your face to pave If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed Pull down them shades, empty your pockets Watches, jewels and you'll be safe
em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let y'all shine Everytime
snoozin' is for losers That's something we can't allow No matter what, we holdin' it down (Facts don't lie) Hey, run up on me nigga You better be ready
' get stomped And we goin' shut this whole thang down Going out with a big bang, pow And that's how the thugs do it You know we get down and dirty Nigga
rite, I promise you 2 always treat you rite yea rite, I promise 2 be down 4 you n never chill but when im wit a dime piece I can see dem tears flying down
be dissin' no bitches I'll just be clockin' my riches, so bare witness as I spit this Shit that gives you the mumps 'cause it bumps so tremendously And niggas be
local fashion show, niggas can't be broke Mhisani for the money fuck a bitch until she dizzy And me and the bigged-Banks is gettin' perkin' off Aliz Big Bob's down
Nigger serve that shit, don't be no punk And while the nigger's keep jocking I be scoping All the fine ass freaks of oakland That's where I reside, and where I always will be
hustle plus I was down to ill Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty Freezin' on them corners still holdin' my crack Lookin' up and down
gun bustin' shots, down the block I guess a nigga gettin' what he got Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas I'll fuck
What the fuck is up? I'm in haugh And Violent J is finna tell a story So sit your ass down shut the fuck And get stoned, motherfucker Well, I'm wakin
I right, youngblood? If not, correct me Y'all ain't got enough money for y'all to check me You six feet, eight inches, 400 pounds Of made niggaz that get broke down
