Homie locked up in 99 still to these day chills my spine to say what he committed say he's changed tho he says that God is his witness before was Satan the wicked however sick and the twisted made him sick and demented to never form a full sentence o glory God is my witness no holy shall or shall never ever come clean to the sickness blood on the ceiling horrific sights as I'm bleeding out my mind Glock hanging on my side now will I make it out alive ruff Ryder's! After the scene we hang and bang all nighters! Like Wu Tang clan I full drip hit kick and Jackie Chan your 2 fang man goofy ass leave you with some 2 sprained hands, commit the same that the homie that from 2 made plans.gunshots leave hanging restraining from all life the symbol of word the mouth is the symbol of all life. Never ever leave in this game getting money the hard way, rising up in this game Killin antelopes and bitches that look like Angelo,say your last words and eat your last piece of cantaloupe, spray paint my block word the Glock you get knocked out, snitches get stitches Glock pop you got shot down. Ain't no fantasy tough love that's my definition prison is the 2nd with my homie yeah always missing if it ain't effin bitches or drop top smokin kush and my hot box quoting business we say that will follow God but we never listen
I got trouble on my mind, donde bombas caen, A ti te preocupa tu creen, que no se ralle. A mi que no hayan rallas en las screen de mis compadres Con tanto por sanar pero nunca voy a endiablarme Con los míos making bars, hasta me siento en Harlem. Bocas en constante harlem shake, se te hace tarde Y para mi que esto siempre se me hará pronto Ni el último suspiro de vida lo juro por mi sangre He visto tanto, man contao tanto. Que por eso no lo cuento Con cara de tonto, es la que pongo, con algún pijo del centro No va conmigo, ser un testigo, si lo vivo no lo cuento Ando más vivo que muerto, Aunque miro y guardo tanto silencio por esto mato y me siento vivo, estamos más frescos que un topless buscando respuesta a un sin sentido, soy como mou con porques somos presos de una noche, no me acuerdo de la noche estic demanant god plans, despres d'haberme cardat gots plens
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Homie locked up in 99 still to these day chills my spine to say what he committed say he's changed tho he says that God is his witness before was Satan the wicked however sick and the twisted made him sick and demented to never form a full sentence o glory God is my witness no holy shall or shall never ever come clean to the sickness blood on the ceiling horrific sights as I'm bleeding out my mind Glock hanging on my side now will I make it out alive ruff Ryder's! After the scene we hang and bang all nighters! Like Wu Tang clan I full drip hit kick and Jackie Chan your 2 fang man goofy ass leave you with some 2 sprained hands, commit the same that the homie that from 2 made plans.gunshots leave hanging restraining from all life the symbol of word the mouth is the symbol of all life. Never ever leave in this game getting money the hard way, rising up in this game Killin antelopes and bitches that look like Angelo,say your last words and eat your last piece of cantaloupe, spray paint my block word the Glock you get knocked out, snitches get stitches Glock pop you got shot down. Ain't no fantasy tough love that's my definition prison is the 2nd with my homie yeah always missing if it ain't effin bitches or drop top smokin kush and my hot box quoting business we say that will follow God but we never listen
I got trouble on my mind, donde bombas caen,
A ti te preocupa tu creen, que no se ralle.
A mi que no hayan rallas en las screen de mis compadres
Con tanto por sanar pero nunca voy a endiablarme
Con los míos making bars, hasta me siento en Harlem.
Bocas en constante harlem shake, se te hace tarde
Y para mi que esto siempre se me hará pronto
Ni el último suspiro de vida
lo juro por mi sangre
He visto tanto, man contao tanto. Que por eso no lo cuento
Con cara de tonto, es la que pongo, con algún pijo del centro
No va conmigo, ser un testigo, si lo vivo no lo cuento
Ando más vivo que muerto, Aunque miro y guardo tanto silencio
por esto mato y me siento vivo, estamos más frescos que un topless
buscando respuesta a un sin sentido, soy como mou con porques
somos presos de una noche, no me acuerdo de la noche
estic demanant god plans, despres d'haberme cardat gots plens
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