aside all anti-celebs remain aggro, half mast the flag pole, dead walk sturdy, but the day i greet the worms, i pull the daisies down with me as a fuck
my children Off to bed for the light is fading I don't believe the trade winds blowing will set you free I do believe the free trade wind is roaring toward you and me
I do I won't be the one who walks away I won't be the one who fades I won't be the one who walks away I won't be the one who pains Standing in the
fella that's fly Like Scarface one hell of a high One hell of a ride That I drive, 23's look like the propellers inside Who stuntin' like me? Who frontin' like me
to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal
a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike With skills unused like fallopian
2Pac - overlaps Verse Two] Walkin through the cemetary Talkin to my homies that was buried See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me Please give me
me 'til I'm a fearless, faithless nothing at all 'Cause no one escapes their life. No one escapes their life No one escapes their life (no one, no one
look like propellers on side Who stuntin like me, who frontin like me. Who did it,who get it,who done it like me, you! Who wishin,who frontin,who want it from me
whole squad with me On top'a all that I got God with me You can go far with me From New York, to Atlanta, to LA You know they all with me You might not
bed up y'all, life is a set-up y'all Sadness comes from a lack of knowin, not knowin where the one that you love is goin We all gonna reap what we all
mic I got niggaz in the cut of the ninety-one Niggaz in the streets sellin' heaters, I'm a find me one And off them devils off from the shack, Ugh "yeah
The one and only.. sharpshooter.. (Spark these niggas my nigga) Yo I speak to be heard {Digital} The truth shall set you free {Digital} (Set them niggas free
a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike With skills unused like fallopian tubes
song ever sung I would have died for my country in 1945 But now only one thing remains but now only one thing remains But now only one thing remains but now only one
