Run through my town, scream till I faint Stumble around, scare kids away Worn out I'll be, asleep on the street Watch my whole town, attempt to wake me Run through my town
my town Scream till I faint Stumble around Scare kids away Worn out I'll be Asleep on the street Watch my whole town Attempt to wake me Run through my town
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through my town Scream till I faint Stumble around Scare kids away Worn out I'll be Asleep on the street Watch my whole town Attempt to wake me Run through my town
bout my all-night death bout Then somethin' woke me up from my dark sleep The sound of fuckin' police when they're tryin' to creep Broke through my door
south Make 'em wash a space in town For the lead and the dregs of my bed I've been sleeping Lower me down, pin me in Secure the grounds for the later
Checks to burn, stay warm for the brain storm 'cuz in my snow storm I freeze if I don't sleep below the ice for my blanket Thank earth for its hidden
my town, like once every weekend, I can't sleep 'Cuz anticipation gots me up like I was tweaking every time You look at me, seems like you got control of my
a strong armored midget I pull the nine out my pocket I'm lyin' I pull the Mac out the closet, start firin' For you cats outta pocket, stop tryin'
in the game It's a king thing and I'ma make sure niggas remember my name for real But I'ma make sure niggas remember my name for real It's a king thing
earth Always just out of reach A murder of crows judged my every footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful
it Dead wrong, like tryin' to brawl a strong armored midget I pull the nine out my pocket I'm lyin' I pull the Mac out the closet, start firin' For
like tryin to brawl a strong armored midget I pull that 9 out my pocket I'm lyin I pull that Mac out the closet, start firin For you cats outta pocket
for the taking. When you said you'd hurt me, did you think you hurt me? Are you really that cocky? Oh, what a heartbreaker! Well, I've got my armor
town I'll ride this horse till it it bucks me off And I'm forced to shoot it down I'll take him out for some gasoline Trade this cow for some magic beans
m the one Part 6: Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the
Treach (New Jeru, Dirty Jerz) Well, can you get it like I get it? I got to get my blood Known for slangin' yayo and part the lick with my thugs Fuck
the sky, usually drillin the one that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field I got my, life preserver And I'll do my time for murder, these
