t talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one that did it [Verse 3 - Pusha T] Lookin for a coward - well it's not in here Under the BBC, this heart be
rifle not the handgun for coffee and cigarettes give it back you know suicide isn't painless when you leave everyone in pain the two shots will
odds with us, just what its gotta be Cause we started out cold and it snowballed We froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoes All's we know is ya'll
flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same We may die from medication, but we
built a roof over my head and then I went for self I sold cooked-up rock, made my way through school I'm not saying you should do it cause it ain't too
Citation 10's and what not But what if we ain't never touched drops What if a nigga was on the bus stop? All black shades black hat black fitted But no black
It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation Punishment from below Be it
It's easy to laugh Citation 10's and what not But what if we ain't never touched drops What if a nigga was on the bus stop All black shades black hat black
wit us?) (Killers!) Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers!) Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we
' crack in they ass It's gettin' kinda hot but I ain't leavin' the spot ?Coz don't nobody give a fuck if I'm eatin' or not, nigga South Central, the
of my skin or was it a figment of my imagination maybe it bothered me more than it did them maybe it wasn't a big deal back then but to me it was, see what it
the bozak We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flavor) Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go catch some wreck (We in effect, money, hahaha) Mad props to Royce for keepin' it
! Man, get the bozac We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava) Man, f-ck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!) Mad props to Royce for keepin' it
from the palace It's lined with real fur! [BLACK MARKETEERS] It could be worth a fortune If it belonged to her! [DIMITRI] It's the rumor, The legend
Im a beast on em Oh no he will not fold you will not see a priest on him He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em But never will he
deep in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it you could take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me im still
Flow Off Like A Trophy And A New Diploma Graduation Crackers Say That I Wasn't Gon Make It Pack Of Paper Pen And Pad And Now Calculate It Malcom Made It Cinematic And Black
when it's right, as long as it's tight it'll demand to get performed on the mic and hopefully become a song that you like, and it probably will cause