Lyrics:
Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
If I ever see that muthafucka again I swear he'll be sorry
Every since I was ten years
a night out and I’m dumb out of luck
I can’t even figure out who the hell I am
Lookin’ at myself I can’t understand
I live day by day but it’s all the same
a soldier for la raza it aint about appeal
This aint about no fuck shit im
Trying to make you feel
If you gon be by my side make
Sure you gon be down to kill
Be at Grand Central by ten
Take Metro North to Glenwood
I'll pick you up there"
And it was
One night with Lianne
One night with Lianne, Lianne
It was
Drag-On and Twista (kill me)
Gangsta (let's ride), hustla (feel me)
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire
on the dreams of the rich we abhor
Why live just for Saturday night
A lone satellite
Because it's the only way
To keep us sane
Dancing by the light of the moon
every morning
Felt worse than the night before
I tried to brush it off but only really made it to four
At least by then, there was probably beer bath
me, will tempt you to stay
Saturday I'll take you out dancin
My best effort to romance you
Your best effort to make me cut loose
Sunday morning down
bear this night
'Cause you're just a child
As I see by my eyes
I've been found out, don't you worry 'bout me
I'm used to get mad if you think about me
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
daylight and
we'd talk till the sun came down
now you hardly come around
did I push you away by pulling near
kill the flame by calling out my fears (I'm
a mom cry her blues
Cause the war ain't kill her son
He was murked by you
If you from where I'm from
Nigga what would you do
If a
Nigga rolled on ya'
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
with the drawers on, man its cold as shit
Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit
He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph
Not knowin
Katie pours drinks every Saturday night
Isn’t all that she dreamed of but she’s doin’ alright
Tryin’ make a livin’ tryin’ get by
of movin' them bricks for my Balenci' kicks
My cousin got shot up by many men
Wish he was 50 Cent
We would still be gettin' rich or die tryin'
Flash out
Walk
grindin for
Cause in this game of life
You only get what you bargain for
Tryin turn my losses to wins
By dream chasin
Ten toes down
Though haters don't
but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?
[Chorus]
You can't kill, me
We put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
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