takes you down and leaves you cold lady in black the fallen angel nocturnal beauty with looks that kill dripping down all red night by night down to
of this live Unthinking state, a state of metamorphisis Seeking food to keep me dead Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for his terror Insatiable hunger for
fucka but win I squeeze it hurt Fine we lose two lives yours and mine Gimme any amount of time don't let Mrs. Carter grieve At the funeral parlor dripping tears down
wit that crunk juice,we'll have a nigga spinnin [Chorus 5x] [Gangsta Boo] yeah i got that weed for the low those pills for tha low that blow for tha
battle and break down For the beak in the rhyme tone jump in the cyclone S-T-Y-L-E-S, yes I know Give the rap phene vaccine packed red beam Put 'em up
nell nother fella come against me Off in Missouri its jelly sickle city jealousy watching and it ain't the right stare, right mares Don't let me go and rock the red
California ain't a state, it's an army [Verse 1: The Game] One motherfucker in the projects killing The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village
a mile away Yellow white and glasses geaming Chain's so sick I don't need a piece for it I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it I
they would stay inside for hours, while the rain dripped down the tower, sitting on a bench around its base. But this time we were not there for inspiration
dum dum dums Niggas, it's going down, up in the C-Town Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose For the niggas that close
the game redder, thats really raw N-gga we hot like Mayweather, it's killin' y'all P stand for Pacqiauo n-gga [Game] California nas I'm more raw than red
belt Hot Gudda baby I can make your coochie melt I keep your lady wet like she took a dip And if you looking for her, you can follow the drip I'm slick
95 Larry Davis and I'm wettin' niggaz for wages Queens is the home of 1, the known felon And ain't no tellin', when I'ma crack your fuckin' melon For
representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South
it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped
