We sit and stare while our lives go on without us num and content while our insides rot robbed this with our this shit own consent this shit sucks
what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself
They're sugar and spice and everything nice But when you get 'em home ain't no telling what you find Right next door is a little old man I seen him eating
's and holding MAC's But we know time ain't rolling back And hungry hyenas, they ain't folding jack So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep hunting And
fuck on any time or day Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him
've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time you realized that it's goin' down You would find yourself going
and yo Until you up stay away from them dice and whores Three smuts, two streaks and a Dyke Can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure And
They don't even trust you and that mother 'cause you robbed it before Got you a sack of that yak and snored it, and snored it up Than robbed another
Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels To kill the infidels and the American devils A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face Prays five times a day and
in my hand I seized him by the collar and I boldly bade him stand Being mad to desperation, I pierced him in the breast I killed a man for Flora, the
me I'm better off jus' left alone And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself Say what up, keep steppin, and
Rambo and Sam - it is what it is niggaz I've robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz Drama's involved - we in like we in nigga Homicide - we kill like we kill
my life has gone to hell and all I got is this lousy t-shirt. I preach to the converted and flip burgers for a living. kill kill kill, no more
hundred years and many a tear tells the story of Harry Power Took Ned Kelly when he was a lad and just a wild flower Taught him how to rob taught him
make money But why everything I love, you manage to take from me Yet you stand there and question a nigga that tries hard And finds a way when you keep dealin' him
do', shot him in his head Took his cheese and left him murked, I'm that bitch Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps Got my black tee, Ones, and
on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him Taking money's stuff off him, heard yo, get the fuck off him Get off him, who dat? Who said that, you black
There's only this rule That the lives that you lost Can never come back And the deed in return Is worse than the act Blinded by love and the pain of
