my business Death has severed all my friendships It's been hell ever since I've been here All these fake niggas come to my funeral Look at them sheddin' they dry tears Look at
seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal With my automatic let you have it you don't wanna
seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal With my automatic let you have it, you don
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline) Load up your shit and get in the car (Come on, come on, come on) Come down to ride on these imposters
My nigga you a ho to me Boy you done went off on me Runnin round with the fakin and hatin I'ma blast if you run up on me I'ma do my dirt by my lonely
a black 5-0-0 Slidin' down the shore, gettin' at every fly ho I'm wit my homey, ain't nobody set trippin' Drops my shit off at his house and then we
s all about little marcus and me becomin' close But I got a buncha obstacles If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle Now everybody's got my
a bottom feeder, lowest man on the totem But I showed a mass like the transit sit on my scrotum Gettin fed by my music and it's all clean work And the
good Stripping on my clothes just as fast as i could remember all those nights you was missing yo huh Didn't wanna stray but, I already did And it wasn't fun
you and only you under my cover Boo I love you cause your so sexy (Whoa!) The way you back that thang up on me (Whoa!) Break it all the way down to the
at all times Seein' the way Sleep Dog ball made a nigga chase paper Remember the day you gave me your chain At my show at The Maker Get your shine on
on my leg Throw your bags in the back I'mma show you where it's at No telling if we might come back You like that? I figgerd out a way to catch a flight
me, thugging 'til the casket dips But still shine light down on all my peers I know they weird some queer, I still want them to share And all the success
off shore, candy bars in the store Forever papered up but they handed me more Did Twins in Minnesota at the All-Star Break Bounced all accross state on
on my tippy-toes To touch a star Trying to catch joy in a glass jar and yes by far I'm so much further than they are Turn the radio on, let the music
em the good news Isn't it ironic how it feels so good? But I was only just singing the blues I wouldn't open my mouth about it at all If I thought that
comes naturally Listen to me now It could be the way I wanna freak a song Tattoos, or the way I dress Or it could be, I wanna walk my way And refusin
there for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her and just cool out, cool out and listen to her Sittin on a bone