You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be set
if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a
your existence Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Satan's hand begins the end
, that's a star Feds got a homin' device on your car That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado Birds you had, 12, now you got a L Crack babies
We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just
, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some love. Layzie Bone: Gotdamn
these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't 'Acid Rap' but I rap on acid Got a new blow up doll and just had a strap on added Whoops! Is that a subliminal
downtown, your momma's all free Your house is sugar, layin' with your wife and your seed Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a home invasion You gon' bleed on
more then a concussion End of discussion my blood is colder, so I'm bolder And it's either soda, hood on my my shoulder Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier Right now I'm on
I'm sittin' here Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide (Hold Up) Tryna smoke the pain away Hand on the dessert
know we live to fight We fall on the ground, like rain-drops in a storm Princess of the snow Hold my hands in silence.... Only your beauty can save
people wore Adidas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good There lived a little boy who
't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass It's Guerilla
want you to die well tell me why he sent his son here to be crucified? on a cross with a crown of thorns on his head and a spear on his side he hung,
point bulletin On a black male Jamaican Meanwhile a dark lookable crook Is in a alleyway for retaliation A limo pulled across the street from a gas station
is out to get you Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz" "I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends They know where you live, so