no more I was so concentrated On keeping things together I've learned to focus on I didn't want to disappoint Now where is everybody Is it still light
more I was so concentrated On keeping things together I've learned to focus on I didn't want to disappoint Now where is everybody? Is it still light
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I don't mind your dreams of getting fulfilled, I am literally getting the chills spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill you're submitting to skill, sitting still
go through When someone wants to test us When someone tries our patience [Eminem:] I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit roaches and light
the raw on the cut Style-bitin' thugline niggaz give it up We hit 'em up And we still breathin' And we still breathin' And we still breathin' [2pac]
cool of the evening light The girls in their summer clothes Pass me by Kid's rubber ball smacks Off the gutter 'neath the lamp light Big bank clock
Run up on you with the gun in the dickie The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty You wanna get busy come get me I'll bury you cats Cus I wife the knife
'll jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup, But I ain't the same Cass from the past, I be tryna chill but I'll still blast at ya ass, I got cash
dead or alive dead or alive pick your window you're leaving you're running so fast but you know you're standing still i'm afraid of your shadow and the knife
us The spirit of Bugz is still in me God bless it the trinity Cause my bullets they come in three's like trilogy's Put the knife away, missles away strike
the times we spent making plans for another life Staring out of a back seat window, making cuts with a plastic knife This dirty heart still likes to
The place I used to live made me feel like a tourist. I couldn't co-exist with the cold and suspicious. When the last remaining light was starting to
Man, fuck these niggas I-I'ma spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas Take the knife off tha AK and gut these niggas
hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme we walk up and buck ya Stuck ya in the head, rush ya Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms
