I put a fucking bullet into your closest kin Just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe Plus I know you can't win with a gun or a pen So when you
in the floor as he starts to fall down dead i've got a pocket full of quarters and i'm headed for the woods i'm gonna play miss pac man in a puddle
you Thinkin' to get you, nigga wig-split you What a pretty full blue moon On the streets to get bodies soon And I thought that we miss you Every night
Come down, come down, come down Run down, run down, run down Run, make a run, make a run, make a run Make a run, make a run, make a run down Dun da da
you feel blue Don't it make you feel blue For more news from nowhere With more news from nowhere Don't it make you feel alone Yeah, and don't it make you
around me A warm arterial spray saying ?Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, boy? ?
. You heard what I said, I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head. Life ain't cheap, You're better off dead. If you can't pay the fee
him, bring the nigga to me, yeah Don't miss, you fuckin with the hitman Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again [Chorus:] You ain't never gotta
bring the nigga to me, yeah Don't miss, you fuckin with the hitmen Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again [Chorus] You ain't Neva gotta ask
X but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me curse the heavens and laugh
together Won't you come on around and hold an old friend?s hand Babe, I promise not to throw you You don't have to stay, I just want to hold you Won't you
you I loved you when our love was blessed And I love you now there's nothing left But sorrow and a sense of overtime And I miss you since the place
pushing a black viper A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper A blue range rover, he says pull over I didn't know he was a DT undercover I screamed
us. I can't tell you how much I'll miss our night rides together. When I push back from this mike and get out of the old chair with a broken seat, that
tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire till your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up 'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar disaster
, it is despair... I miss my relations! Only You, oh, my God, remain with me You alone are immortal and invariable Only You, oh, my God, remain with me You