thought it would end like this. But there's so much more. That I should say...I hate you. As you walk away Could you not feel my anger? Can you not see
without a buisness suit Compton hand Jerry Curl tripping around a waiting shoes Gave Mike all my demo came here to pay my deuce Started off with who can Then I start blazing blue It was all a dream
(I can feel the love) Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up (Would ya give it up) To get everything you want (I can feel the love) Hell naw
door Don't be comin to this muthaf**ka knockin Lookin for some action I'ma tell you right now what's happenin Nigga it's our time and hell yeah we blastin
house in the sky I can touch your heart I can soothe your soul I can give your body warmth In the freezing cold I can give you joy When life got you low I can
And waiting for Judgment Day I praise liberty The "freedom to obey" Is the song that strangles me Well don't cross the line Oh dream, America, dream I can
up in car with a stale banana, In your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that, It coulda been a Molotov cocktail for that, Wait a minute man, what the hell
on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my whole book Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily At times I question God can you blame me they can
Hell, Cause that's the shit that make them other niggas sick in Jail; So you gon' feel it. Travel the world reppin this city, know I'm gon kill it, But
I kill 'em, it's love Say my name, Masada, life full of pain and drama Bloodstains and horror, here my voice out the Hell flames, I hollar I write with
be on you Fred, your face is all burnt" Fred got mad and his head started steaming But I've thought what the hell I'm only dreamin' I said please leave Fred so I can
30 rounds And my 30 round clip, and you can even hear the sound Of the shell's when they hit ground But you know there right down Can't take chance's
kill some more (Nigga, you never know when you gone die) Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more (Say never know when it could be you) Murda mo, niggas, gone kill
That lets me know you Tech's people listening inside my pews All your dreams and aspirations, This is the affirmation that you can reach 'em and my world is not a disaster waiting
is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell Just trynna make my records sell Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell This is my own hell, nigga
the year hell (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me,
way home and my pager still blowin' up Today I didn't even have to use my A.K I got to say it was a good day (Shit!) Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop
