Till death do us part. You?re still safe, crossed my hart She shook here head and gave me a blow for breakfast Till death do us part God I know we don
when that guy ripped us off We borrowed a gun to get him, we were so pissed off We shot his leg. he was a dick, anyway It felt good to burn. felt like a
's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game
drama bitch what? We can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel Is he real is he real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill
will defy So we make our stand and pray On this declaration day Give me liberty or give me death I'll fight 'till my last death
a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab
with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can
love from my Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what Don
: These days, a lot a cats is outta line Seems to me, like they need to get punched Yeah, but where you gonna punch em? Yo, the choice is obvious I'll
a long time Gettin' Jake for a long time E&J for a long time Nigga, try to get like me Been a G, for a long time Been in the streets, for a long time
dirt ??? Was the heard representing my turf from birth never burst So what you think that I bust never giving a fuck start throwing it up On a rush on a
Hey, yo don't be offended, when I slashin' ya face Im doin' you a favor punk you off to a better place A nutcase wit a taste for torture A bloody butcher
I stomp Read a magazine till your body drop Seem angellic pitbulls till a nigga miss Any one who is near yo bad take a diss Hood nigga who cares you
about pap? What u no about pap? Pull a gun out on me imma say lets die use a snitch i seen u testify no u aint, u aint a g who rep this style
cock-blockin, supreme clientele, till I'm droppin Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it
that guy ripped us off We borrowed a gun to get him, we were so pissed off We shot his leg, he was a dick, anyway It felt good to burn, felt like a