too, son You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day Time has a way of breaking you down Piece by piece
yours too, son You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day Time has a way of breaking you down Piece by piece
homicidal binge 'Cuz whenever someone dies, nobody wins But this drama, you'll never hear a word of 'Cuz all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder Gang murder
'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction 'Cause I, could look at the piece
of the struggle? Everyday tryin' to piece this puzzle And every second I'm out on the hustle, I sit and I gussle Hopin' reality done pass me by, right on by
They didn't rat they niggaz out when they came to do time No snitchin', nobody out when ya facin' a life sentence For death, you do it by yo Goddamn self
Verse 1 (Scarface) Up early in the morning, waken by the sound of my cell phone, Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone. Was a homie that i went to school
' ya, stop frontin' I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough death
-huh) Toungue is gone, (What else?) 3-piece suits is worn, Hate yall faggot ass niggas thats scared to death, Talk shit, when im around yall hold yall breath, I make murder
Hang Hollywood niggaz by they soul train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death
at me, got me weaving and bobbing Homies are being murdered by lieutenants to sergeants Like weez, we uprooted just as soon we harvest Searching for sunshines, suffocated by
help. so is life worth living, should i blast myself? [Verse 1] tell me where to go to get a piece of mind cause all i see is suicide receiving me by
In this mad man hell he laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved his chest Left him for death Left
Shit, I'm a changed man, ay, turn the lights out Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch Y'know how we swing this shit, look By age sixteen I sold to dope fiends
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo,
