learned We're through as far as I'm concerned Break up and just before we do I will walk away from you I will walk away from you Stop me I will walk away
Translation: K's Choice. Walk Away.
S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for
Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a choice Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause
[Music by Libor KrA¬vA k / Lyrics by Lucie StryckovA ] Path that you are walking leads to a shabby wall strange voices talking of heaven's fall All you
my first like 50 states I got 50 rounds to split yo muther fucking grape I hope u don't think u could get away Because I ain't gon let ya u get away ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
put it on my first bomb like 50 states I got 50 rounds to split yo motherfucking grape I hope you don't think you could get away because I ain't gon let you get away
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
it and you'll see! Life's what you make it so let's make it rock! Lilly & Oliver: Make it rock, yeah! Miley: Life's what you make it so come on! Lilly
stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave
S.K's, A.R's And Mini Fourteens I'm Cashis, The Last Of The Real, With A Strap On Pro-Sac, D's And E-Pills, It's A Rap Get The Block On Tip, Two For
your eyes I can tell how you move it's written all in your vibe So f**k ya man cause what he livin is a lie He commercial it's only 10 seats on them planes
Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he
to wreck your set Bless the deck, and I'ma take all the money back, cash your checks It's time for me to collect, sip the Henny's, forget the Beck's Who
[Jadakiss] Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a choice Niggas'll try to kill
