[Princess ] Yeah niggaz hate to love me and love to hate me i keep it cool cuz that shit motivates me the rap game easy but niggaz shady they talk when
: Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [
it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but
spray the bitch "Motherfuckers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence I comense to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens Never missin an early grave is
they lessons My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame But
toilet paper But your flag is meaningless to me Look around, we're all people Who needs countries anyway? Our land, I love it too I think I love it
: My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know, my nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what?s up baby? haha, Brooklyn son, what up what up? My nigga Lloyd, my
the rest of that shit is a conspiracy I got the word and heard he back on the grind Ran across and met a nice spot, runnin' his mob Learn it nigga, so
learn they lessons My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby MJG, what you see, on TV, is
man to me Pulling petty crimes, thinking that you're gonna flatter me Bitch I could give a fuck about what you're doing I could give a fuck about what
judge, spray the bitch Motherfuckers is crooked, is what I scream, and hit the fence I comense to get wicked, spittin' rounds as the plot thickens Never missin' an early grave is
Unless we chase you As we escape through your pockets By all means neccessary, the rest is secondary Comin' for back till my flesh is buried The test is
slugs the guns the drugs got crime on killing the love the spirits above drop a warning sigh its only 1999 but all I think about is 85 them good times
warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-4 But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go Because a nigga straight loving your warm embrace I got plenty love
/ but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime And we mean to go
anyone I know He scares me so When he's cold and dead Will he let me be? Does he love? Does he love me too? Does he care for me? Oh, God My mind is
all for the money so we took the wrong path(POW) I got bullets that'll crack the sky hit nacys for a burger milkshake and frys "nicky why" is what they
believe the HYPE is real... 'Yeah! Yeah! You rockin' wit the talk of New York Tony yayo Shady aftermath with the Soul Assasins. Chorus: Niggas know what
