like broken hearts and broken strings for me. ( broken hearts and broken strings for me.) (broken hearts and broken strings for me.) (broken hearts and broken strings for me.) (broken hearts and broken
give to the poor We're all telling kids to get the most oil Bring the cops in the mix We livin' no more Won't make your car start A dark heart Kill and
gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope A nigga
' broke (Bitch) I got a bunch UV killers that be on the fuckin' scope (Bitch) And plus my killers came wit 44s aimed at your throat (Bitch) You ain't
six (what else?) my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover? Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart I
And my heart hangs from this news Like your footsteps in crowded rooms Feel the sweet scents of autumn blooms Is this what you imagined Catch your glimpse
give to the poor We're all telling kids to get the most oil Bring the cops in the mix We livin' no more Won't make your car start A dark heart Kill
, in the city of killas Only the tough and the strong and those who have hearts survive Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga [Hook 1 - 2x] [Z-Ro] Got my glock 44
The good life, was never part of the plan [Hook] Let me tell you a story, bout a dude I know With so much pain in his heart, it wouldn't show And he
she say and assaultin in some way Gon' see him on his off day, gon' let him know You fucks wit moms no mo' when I drive the 44 When the headlines read, "Boy's Last Heart
A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
No guns on the waist, we bring our swords to ya hood We know we ain't the dudes the radio wanna play Cause we don't smoke drank or tote a 44 on the waist
