? Must it go on, we must stop the killin' Tell me why we die, we all God's children All this hate can't last forever (Uh, c'mon) It's time that we stand
long will it last 3 A.M. in the morning on the Boulevard I'm still at large engaged with my entourage Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge I stepped out the note to post
cha, hit a nigga like a tractor, collapse ya, thrash ya Rat-a-tat ya, matter of fact ya dead Never comin' back here, sendin' out last year Took a look
to winter. All I've got to show's a splinter For my little fling. Spring this year has got me feeling Like a horse that never left the post. I lie in
to winter. All I've got to show's a splinter for my little fling. Spring this year has got me feeling like a horse that never left the post. I lie in
Known for making ladies scream and jumpin' out they socks Yes, it's all real (Real) I'm king of the hill (Hill) Call Clark Davis, pack 'em up and ship another mil Told ya last
dawg smook dawg, done smook'd off AK 47 dropped off, stashed off In my stash house, by the last house Yeah I always want to star I always want to have the cameras posted
Dipset and we shutting it down Shouts out to King and Martin holding it down in the low post While I'm on the block grinding tryna hold my post I'm
I say yes when I ought to say no Quietly slide away off the mattress Find my clothing on the bed post So I tip toe out of this mess As I slip back into last
killer flow cuckomani last king and on the daily, call a mother fucker by the government, but call me crazy! yeah i'm on that fucking juice, have a sip
shots I'm already hot but my last one is with some dirty cops I play the streets with toast 'cause the thieves is close Wanna keep your post then don
't care I'll take 'em there Last night, I dreamed of some more dough Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro (I'll take 'em there) Last night
posted on my wall Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear
methamphetamines on the shelf Smokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever felt Now he's high, pull over on the bridge ??? Ready to die, he took his last
remember blood puddles Landed in sand wit niggaz fallin' in doubles Baby couples I mean the strong kill the weak Million dolla puzzles I done placed the last
really know where ya goin' to? Or do you like the things that life is showin' you? Fuck around and trust yo' under-folks Like dope fiends, you leave yo' cream with Post
Posted up in the cut to make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs Showed up an rolled up, bubbled tough thugs that love to bust slugs I had much love from
-tell Got me on top wit raps a crook But all you ever get is cum in yo little lungs So mutha fuckas took they last look I'm broke, I'm sellin check books