Letras:
Bury This City Other

only me. This is my armor. Everywhere i walk is a battlefield. This is no trend. TRUE TIL THE END. This is my life. (This is my life) This is my fight. (This

approaches. Only time will tell. We've created this ourselves. Dear lover, this is hell. Make no mistake, we've created this ourselves. Make no mistake. Dear lover, this

a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a

will we prevail? Fearing jail but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense I'm suicidal with this thug's life Staying strapped forever trapped in this

Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed

: Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me

and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon

many people didn't believe the Prophet Joseph Smith They thought he'd made up this part three that was buried by a tree on the hill in his backyard "Liar!" But Joe said, "This

and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon