Lyrics:
everything I know will pass me by
On my chest is crucified, we say it all the time
Lost so much I stop prayin' and put my pain inside
A glass pot that I used
shit
Quit smilin' at me
Quit fakin emotions
I know you don' care bout me
At first,had this blindness
It's time I open my eyes
Any chance you get
I bet
yha aane pe
Jaana nhi vapis, and I'm gonna kill it
Haan bola tha
Kaam kar mere saath tu
Tujhe peena hai maal kyu
Baap ke pese nah uda tu
Choti soch teri
Myers is my'call when you kill these men um
Thirty first October, main na sober
I might be next take it slow no anemone
Depression nahi par gaane yeh hai
samjhe, tera aisa case
Par deck me ace ni tere, bas ek victim of spades
cspataal me du me first aid kaske
Nas dabaake du me anus pe hadd pain
Cheekhe tu
the Police Officer Station
Now, friends, there was only one of two things that Obie could've done at
The Police Officer Station, and the first was that he
doesn't kill you make you stronger
I can see that you no longer
Love me anymore (I can tell)
By the way you provoking me (I can tell)
By the way you lost
cause that nigga know how to get turned
We just wanna get to the goal kill a brother kill a sister that's the only way you getting there first
It's hell
by the chosen one (sing it man)
(So let it be written)
(So let it be done)
(To kill the first born pharaoh son)
I'm creeping death
Now, let my people
When I talk about my son
I get overjoyed with emotion
But I feel empowered
Because, I tell you
When I first looked into his eyes
I knew he would
and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But
overlappin', that's a wrap
I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success, they
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
pulled up like woooh! Swa!
Niggas did the dash like woah! Cops!
Nigga live life by kill opps, kill opps, opps, opps!
Pussy nigga show me what got!
surrounded by rust and bloodstains
Sometimes I can relate cause protagonist shares my first name
The fog is always thicker on CRT than in my brain
The lines
Dabi m3blow
Papa bi kaa saa )de de hia saa de k)) Owuo mu
Do something for the mean time p3 kakra hy3 wo b)t) mu
Everybro wan get it large nanso
Damn, BT
I'm more scared of the people livin' than the people that's dead
Sittin' at the cemetery, I lay my head
By myself and my granny, you know I
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
(Die) (is that everyone?)
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profits, build, build
Sitting
the music
Biz only without the female groupies
As soon as I sat down in the captain's
Office, his exact first words to me were
"Don't fuck with my
Staff!"
my death parade (parade)
Proud as shit of what I've made
Murder, murder, kill, kill
I promise you will feel
The presence of the dark side
Murder,
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
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