Letras:
D I Wounds From Within

All, baby girl I'd trade it all Fabolous: I assumed I'm so into you cause even before we hit the bedroom I was friends with you when they ask I aint

s a bitch! Let off a couple shots, goddamn I missed! Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the whole clip. I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off liqour Old

grass grow tall Jeah, I'm like tango for the cash Orange Jag Looking like a mango when it pass With the tato on the mack I ain't talking 'bout bagging up work when I

to get this [Verse 3: Papoose] I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac, So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box, You end

in the bottom drawer I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine Lend me some fresh air I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent

you'd die, you'd die, you'd die You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die You would die, you'd die

although we just met I was just being fresh yeah I know I'm a mess But I like spontanuity, continuity Let it flow let it flow... with me And I'm not pressing

alls been won your words in time with the loss that you'd let them go don't let them fall if your grips not strong in time decide... with the words you

reign ended swiftly For Dark Gods dreamt too deep To heed Her pleas When Her gaolers were assailed With condemnations from a priest Who'd stammered rites