this time I?ll trust You for the answers that I need And resign myself to believeing You love me This time Your reply sounds of mercy & peace This is
Maybe this time I?ll trust You for the answers that I need And resign myself to believeing You love me This time Your reply sounds of mercy & peace This
: Your eyes are bleeding [x4] And you wait for this world to come down Because you know you're wrong (Drenched in your blood) (This crimes overdone) (
: Your eyes are bleeding [x4] And you wait for this world to come down Because you know you're wrong (Drenched in your blood) (This crimes overdone
miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember the good times, all of the bad times I dedicate this
tryin to send police to ya rest I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest and you in piece wit the rest You can release to the press - this how G's ride
your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag [Verse 2: Fabolous] Funeral, Killa, this
40 on deck and the tech Tryna be [? ] time to flex it's the third time this shit happened to me all day Guess it's time to add another dead body to the
should be trying to get out You it's drama when the llama get out Pull and spit the lead Bullets hit your head Then your mind'll sit out By the time they find this
only real motherfucker from the street You swingin on me like you want five heartbeats Okay 1, 2, 3 4 flatline If you say you wrote my shit one mo' time
ain't like that He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac Crazy ass nigga wit' a Black Panther tat Kill a nigga cross him out on his Compton
away from a flatline When you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shine Dre said its my turn He call it game time 23" lexanis bitches call him ?lebron
Yall Who I Be I Gotta Say Proof R.I.P Thats For Em The 40 Oz Spillin Thats For Him I Got The System In The Bently On Blast For Him I Go Bananas Like Plastic
, I got the dope, let's get it poppin' n*gga Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no stoppin' n*gga Hit him in the head and the body wit a bullet
him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no stoppin' n*gga Hit him in the head and the body wit a bullet, when I put him in the cemetery then I gotta holler
you do with this cigar? [Monica] Well why don't you let me show you, Billy. Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaah! [Chorus
