of man - grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my
them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young nigga, time to do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock
Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mothafuckin mac Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it what you want to (I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the
eye When I die, bury me with my fo'-five And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's starin
Krayzie release them shells. I say, "say fuck it, let's all go to Hell," 'cause I got my money, my pistol, my reefer, never forget my thugs, what? Hey
release dem shells, I say say fucka let's all go to hell. 'cause I got my money, my pistol, my reefa, neva forget my thugs, what. Hey, we slay, we spray
up real nice Send 'em to Christ takin' this life's not a problem I been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggers way before my album Drownin' my sorrows in
All my niggas, my niggas, my niggas... Killa, me killa, me killa, me killa, me killa [F] Why we gotta deal with the haters everyday? [K] Time after time
my idea, didn't pull the trigger Oh, I but I'm just so glad I'm just so glad to be back home, yeah I just got back been a long long time Wasn't my idea
was coolin with my big cousin Nobrain Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't face me Scared of catchin the pointed tips of my Stacy's Strollin the street with my
When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready alright Put my fists up, ready to fight But I ain't gotta put my fists up every time Who needs actions when
, all my niggas with bids Whether suited up or booted up or stuck in the mid You can download it or boot it up, my pupils unlid All my students of the
m complicated down to my strut Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side like a pug And I'm tickling the trigger make it laugh from its gut You would
play rough? Say hello to my little friend With my finger on the trigger You're watching the judge of today Killing-there's nothing in my seeing what's
stare straight back to mine Well, I feel the prick Of your fingers Pointing at my back "Worthless" I'll speak up, just not with my voice Time to talk back Time
to trigger, he carves with knife initials, feel the pain of all initials, at one point decayed from suicide, you nigh is my illusion. peaceful time,
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