the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller touched him, like he touched me, like he touched you, so carry on his legacy, something i must do, and I trust
gon' take a (?) yeah. Y'all know he gets carried off with the bodies. Mo (mileage) y'all find us smokin' that grass. Nigga, pass the pump. Hey, Rip, he
Anticipation'll get you slayed, but what if he hesitate? Make my day. They lay, any day, any fool, if he choose to go pick up a tool, and do me in.
Wish Bone] I dont know what happened? What happened? Why did Eazy die? Whats wrong with Bizzy? He alright! Is Flesh really comin home? Is Bizzy comin' home? Just wish he
the money but we all in it for something tho and she really loved Tony some thick dick yellow nigga he lived in the basement and he sell weed to the drug
all drama Cause we ain't promised tommorow But nigga you promised to die Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry At night I talk to God
that I found Heaven in the form of a girl Listen to different scriptions, they teach on God And if you ain't never met him, don't speak on God I'm serious
eyes I can picture the other side Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired Remember, I finally accounted before he
feelings about his dad cause of you The dollar signs popped up, that's what did it And dude, he was just as fucked up cause he hit it And now you out
us to act. White man versus black. Reason i aint vote for my iraqs 'cos i love 'em. They gonna want him hanged after that. In god we trust, what? (what
throat Don't choke, you feeling like giving up Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks God's telling you hear your boy but you don't wanna give Him trust
choose to earn funds Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook son, he'
half and hour in the form of oil, watch the cocaine boil Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil, then I pause And ask God why did he put me on the
shook ones He ain't a crook, son, he just a shook one For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life Yo, it's a must, the gats we trust, safeguardin' my life
saw it Shawty need a bodyguard for his bodyguard, don't he? Tip fallin' off sound kinda odd, don't it? Y'all hate to see me ball? Take it up with God
the streets while yall sweet like a bag of fruit And I stick to my timberlands like I'm maganoo Ya man lookin like he want it he can have it to Try
heard the story about the dude with the attitude Pharrell he don't even know you but he mad at you He got robbed and it seems he has accused He's frustrated and that it all he
It's me or you, or them or us Lost to what, them things gon' bust Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust I clear the land, "In God We Trust" nigga It's the