then we eating Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame A nigga
of time That's rite, he recieved the life sentece A real motherfuckin menace Portrait Of A Killer Portrait of a killer The 3rd suspect is Mr. Bones Locked
killa sin who done slid Many moons ago, across town whereabouts Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck I puff a bone, a usual
entertainers dont point your finger ya i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. because my money get jealous [verse 3] (doorbell) who is it... here lizard lizard lizard pretty red bones
existence is a life sentence And since I'm broke I take the risk, forced to hustle ''cause raw power moves, require muscle knowing I'm going out trife Already got one strike, two more and that's
See, he couldn't protect mommy's neck from daddy's grasp Or protect mommy's ass from daddy's wrath Couldn't shield her ears from daddy's foul mouthed,
sweat and heat of flame, To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village to its shame. Those who plundered, pillaged, pilfered lives would now accept the blame
if that homeboy's cheating all Im telling u is to keep ur eyes open there are many fools like this who are bound to leave you broken CHORUS Baby, Baby
awake at the bottom of the barrels we cry out so ashamed of our tears that we blame only ourselves that's when they win they keep us convinced to lift
couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp Or...protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath Couldn't shield her ears from... Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor
we eating Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a Nigga told me
down, dirty mothaphukin shame, in a world so cruel it's niggaz like you, who just be disrespectin the game before I had a little money, niggaz what's
When your breath gets weak and your vision?s cloudy who?s name will you call out? Their tendons sing like piano wire, Their muscles solid, forged from
trying to lock this Who could really blame me about those ass and hips? She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal? Let's cut this night short
some niggas pussy but got alot of change real nigga to the bone how I came niggas snitchin now and days with no shame 16 with two kids who the blame when
But it's a wasted act, have to face the fact that I've got to live with the pain I've caused And walk amongst those who sustained to loss Picking up the pieces of broken
this conformist state Don?t ignore the pain That?s the lord that?s sayin To you stand up King you were born to reign That?s the war that?s waged And
who's chillin around the land y'know? Yo, who's chillin? I think I know who's chillin Yeah tell me who's chillin then then Plus Casual - you know he's