a taste of freedom food Do you have another my friend? To protect the lost from where they hide Searching for the key inside Come with me, come take my hand
Have a taste of freedom food Do you have another my friend? To protect the lost from where they hide Searching for the key inside Come with me, come take my hand
then me, hypnotized by the devil as well Hold out my hand as an invitation into my hotel No need to RSVP, place your hand in my palm As all your girlfriends
ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my
, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast? Ain't time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes
Stick with liquid me and trick we drop The paper which you use my tongue to lick with Trouble and strife ain't no sunshine in my life Wise guys get
props) You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man And my man's got the plans in his hand (Why wait until the heartbeat stops?) (Heartbeat
. POP! Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok Colder than a pimp glock Aim shot, the frame drops Pressure pushed him to the earth like a rain drop Take not life
got a drop, Dampier, niggas try me barely No one breathes, I need a ant's ear, pressure's necessary Got my mind on the cheddar, kill my haters together
why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 And whoever die first, may god forgive the nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz To my niggaz when
' in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin'? Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin' Please God can you understand me, bless my
sensation Sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand 'Cause even thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin' up the telephone, reminiscing I wanna take
Payed me dues, but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school, 'cuz I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca Might
and then some Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like
down with that? In the hood where i met ya See i didnt wanna sweat ya Though I knew i had to catch ya Determined thats why i met ya My homies on
swinging dropping these thangs drinking gin out the bottle Steadily hoo slangin' out the blue monte carlo Spitting hollows out my roscoe in packs as I blast Getting my