are you now? Counting all your wishes What a head rush In the field brush Fishing for your kisses (and we all fall so hard, we fall so hard) So brake, brake, brake, brake your bones
black clouds around the storm at sea I'm dropping at too great a speed Come closer to me on your hands and knees Alone in the kill zone How much is
, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill
paper, hard to keep my faith up It's time for me to raise up and do this sucker shake up True T-H-U-G's and we come to kill you, kill you, kill you
Fear in the air, screaming, your blood drippin' Shiver a second, now, now, now, now what is it Funeral's, cemeteries, don't worry it's time to visit Broke bones
A bone shatters, fall apart and hit the floor If it doesn't thrill you it doesn't matter any more Bones shatter, baby don't go out this time No matter
Blowin up the spot when you rot Plus if it gets hot they know you dipped For four squared blocks Hit em with the ox to the grill Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
you at I'm here now and I'm bangin, kid you softer than the Queen of England Phraseologist natural philosopher wordsmith Authentical metaphorical lyricist Sharp descriptive writer, kill
, Jigga zone is like the fallin' of Rome Reoccurring, that he thinks like that 'cause he's observing Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone pretty,
the click A hot thump to your chest and your back just rips You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no mistakes Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones
hood Big gully A R keep swingin Paid so I'm boastin I can burn bread On 1 4 corner ways Suck yourself! You don't kill! (You don't kill!) I can tell
calzone, okay I will break your fuckin' collar bone Us against the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin' mileage on And we about to kill
agnum under cover She know the deal Ass look better in a 9 inch heel One left in my room like Cinderella Hand full of chicks, no better get ill Freak to the bone even if your mom home I'm beatin' still Killed
be shit without me 15 million dollar houses, still can't get this trap up out me (I can't help it) I'm a hustla all the way down to the bone Terrorist
and Lil' Jazz 'bout to spaz, can you keep up? I'm just feeling sorry for whoever gotta sweep up Yeah, bills everywhere, trill everything And Drake just stand for do right and kill
F is for Flame, Eat these rappers chef of the game, Shit on the track, shit on the train, Murder the beat, the beat was slain, Rest in peace, that's a shame, He kill
, kill a nigga quick over my hard drive It?s crazy cause I?m gang related, and I got mob ties Have your whole family, in the garage hog tied Put your bones
