you can't tell me that you don't know who you are it's there from the start any attempt that you make to escape this it comes with the package useless
you can't tell me that you don't know who you are it's there from the start it comes with the package any attempt that you make to escape this useless
your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command a whole battalion of life
Fuck women in tanning rooms Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit If I can't stack a nigga cap get
list You on some sucka shit, might as well suck a dick 'Cause you bein a bitch just for the fuck of it And when I fuckin spit, niggaz get to tuckin shit
hard as we [Verse One- Rasaq] Not a damn click, nigga we so damn sick Don't get me and cham pissed The thing in the hand kicks Like a horse in a panic
, sexin' on a silk sofa Livin' the life of the rich and trife Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife Without stress from some bitchin' wife What a life
on his kids life lookin you in the eye knowin the whole time tellin a fuckin lie my go to guy i could depend on you only people out to get me were freinds
out of order For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility You can beat a man to death with Aesop
it Life lasting friendships involved Would love to cross the line But that's why we built these walls CHORUS (Akil) We've been friends for a long time A
play, a new way a livin Cash is the past, a new way a spendin New life for man, children, and women Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin A new way to play, a new way a
[SPM] It's after midnight while I let this pen write In my cell it's just me and this dim light As my thoughts get spilled on a notebook They shot my
'em in my park I'll spill a wild bill, before you get out you town car Rantin' and ravin', claimin' you're armed I'll do the hit myself and then eat a
play 'em in my park I'll spill a wild bill before you get out you town car Ranting and raving, claiming you're armed I'll do the hit myself and then eat a
a dutch inside a candle seed Liquor bottles in cemetarys 'Nuff built up inside my body, but the Lord is my salvation Still have to make a move, cause
was right Using a busted boombox and half a headphone as a mic We all got different roots so we all bust so differently I'm proud now I'm a conducter
