wanted more than I could ever give, my blood was not enough, you let your ego consume our dream and the person I used to share it all with. Countless times
takes Put you out your misery, Kathy Bates I'm Young Money, I'm Cash Money If we could buy time, I spend my last money Now I'm spending time, you in
reoccur For ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born and every nigga gone And
to reach on some cool *** And some beef ***, I'm in the streets This ain't my only occupation, hittin' avenues, chasin' paper always And I know how to get it and
your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out Or be like punks and punk it out Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug
nigga Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill
and my dignity. You ridin with sympathy They say misery needs company, why keep em company? You kiddin' me? when I could grab a weapon and put him outta his misery
and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens my life's prom night and guess
me) This feels so wrong (Love me) This feels so wrong, I'm so confused You give me love but you can't be true You say you need your space and time With
cot, no window, facing hell. Put in the basement of a prison wit all males And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes She'd exercise, (paint?,) and
like your the new boyz and shit, The only thing your doing is acting like them other fake boys trying to get the attention and then who else we got over there and
On and on, it's killing me this time As I suffer and I die On and on and on and on On and on and on and on On and on and on and on I'm dying for you
-right before the sunrisin' And you gotta stay strong, for the kids in they eyes and And please don't despise, and go against all brothers And have a hatred in your heart and
master my faith They say I'm deep and too complex for rap But yo, I grew to learn there's more to life then cars and gats So I chose to share the light and
Well am I making haste or could it be haste is making me What's time but a thing to kill or keep or buy or lose or live in I gotta go faster, keep up
t really wanna die, just need a, change of scenery I done see too many killings just like my vision is mean to me And my eyes don't like me, and my
arts, it be the best kung fu And I'm Tone Yao Chin serving ya'll wonton soup I do shit like disarm a group, drink a 40 with him And tell ya'll niggas
13-year-old killer, he look 35 He changed his name to Little No-Man-Survive When he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly He loot and terrorize and