dirt like quicksand But no matter what the reason, I don't wanna stop breathin' There's dreams to fulfill still Can't complete em with a still kill Face to face
your eviction notice But you probably already know this I don't mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV or pick up your CD, P.D. [G. Dep] This is gruesome
asked him, "What you want nigga?" What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch
to be a place better than this in heaven so right before i pass dear god what iam askin remember this face save me a place in heaven you but you told me your
come check you Can't let you get me off my grind I can't let you I won't sweat you your not to be sweated yea U worry about yourself You actin big headed
come and get this Lol smiley face, lol smiley face Lol smiley face, lol smiley face Soulja Boy, tell 'em babe, lol smiley face Baby girl, sent the picture
arouse ya ego, you got mouths to feed So gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from 'Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from
call you my girl there goes my baby loving everything you do oo girl look at you bet you ain't know that i be checking you out when you be putting your
words in a rhythm for you to know it's a rap You said you was the king, you lied through your teeth For that fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you
we're both feeling kinda wild tonight You're the only cowboy in this place And if you're up for a rodeo I'll put a big Texas smile on your face" I said
revealin' Jason it's non-stop The cemetary is what you facin' My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call Recommend that you get your homies And watch your
revealin' Jason it's non-stop The cemetary is what you facin' My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call recommend that you get your homies and watch your
quick, screechin' tires Next thing you're hit, your body's cold Your body's hot, you feel your chest You gasp for breath, you're shot And now your homies
shit you're taught Then throw words at you Syllable at a time Your brain recites the rhyme No matter what you do the power's over you When you sleep you
True friends but every once and while Some punk mistakes me as a junk And he gets in my face, wrong mothafuckin' place And I ain't lyin', that's how you
death While your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you Flexin' hardcore, what could you do? When we roll up you send your
yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport But you