Lyrics:
spot by just givin' in?
How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again?
How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got
You have my life in your hands, give anything I've got.
You have my life in your hands, I'll give you anything I've got.
I can't live without you
Look, homicide is illegal, death is a penalty
Never let go when you've got ahold of your enemy
Eagle claw cobra clutch by any means necessary
I'll
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
give my booty away and keep it tight a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need
you have left all over me.
God dammit Amy.
You'll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade.
And it's not like it's something I
lord, I can't wait to meet you
I'll never be enough to give what you give me
But I could sing my heart out for you and tell everybody
All that he
Look, homicide is illegal, death is a penalty
Never let go when you've got ahold of your enemy
Eagle claw cobra clutch by any means necessary
I'll
're a hilltop mansion
So how'd you lose the light?
Was it blown by the wind
In the still of the night?
You're up against the wall
Up against the wall
plans
I turn to you
And give a smile
And then you leave
Tomorrow's child
Teach me words I cannot speak
Grant me vision into waters deep
Teach me words I
Everyday that goes by
Every moment you'll find
There's a broken heart
A tear is cried
A wish is made
That never comes true
And somewhere
real to a brother like me, baby
Never ever give my cootie away
And keep it tight, a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib
yeah, re-up
That's my nigga, water colors couldn't even paint the picture
They don't get the picture, fuck them
Yeah, drugs by the dozen
You might
close to his side
Said, "live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"
Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt
to you and me
God, grant me the serenity
To just remember who I am
'Cause you've given up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity
Turn your back
Don't you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin'
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no
Here today
Gone today
Hurry up and wait
I'm never there
For you or me
Can't you read
The story of our lives?
Death to me
And life for you
give to you
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited
But I
champagne yeah I'll give you a sip
'Bout to go dumb how come,
Yeah, that's my bitch
That's my bitch, sh-shorty right there
That's my bitch, that's my
you
Should reach for me
When you're chained by the pain
I'll be there to set you free
I'll give you love i'll lift you up
I'm the one who'll be around
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
never played fair, yeah
Far from classy, walk real nasty
Talk real sassy, why you frontin'? Come smash me
I can't do it baby-girl, your man might
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
you trying kick some dust up
America's always been known for blaming us niggas for they fuck-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they trying
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