My friends and my family It's for all you kids Hardcore is everything It means the world to me The scene, my brothers My true friends and my fucking family
touch ya Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus] [2Pac] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn Sensimilla bar your kids
moe, now tre pound or 44 Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest,
: Poison is bubbling Beneath your dreamhome Buried there years before Kid runs in crying From playing in the garden "Mommy, I burned my hands!" "
matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me" What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead
soldier, night time rider, 911 survivor,yeah I feel u, and who am I to try to keep hope alive When I'm seeing dead babies floating by Damn, burning
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come
' In my eyes you could see what summers holdin' Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty 'Cause it got one bury
it, bout it I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep cause your best friend turn into your
Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black with stain glistening and new the sunset's coming fingerpaintings of the insane come on
Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up live black with stain Glistening and new the sunset's coming Finger paintings of the insane Come on
[Intro:] I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see
your love forever with me" What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her She was buried
keep your love forever with me" What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her She was buried
have you comin' back You can have me a P.O. absolute and it's a rap It's a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped No, I won't say your name
'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till I burn Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned
you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leaving no trace they see my face and then they buried
'm out here reminiscin, lookin around, nigga -reminiscin on what? -bout how shit done changed, dawg -all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby,
