just to be seen made you lose your ways Broken paths and broken trust, made us turn away All that you once stood for, gone down the drain I know that it
the surface clean But it never tastes better White blooms to white and freezes white again Close it before something crawls in Commit it, leave it, get away... we always Drop
later Yeah I keep it gangsta but I'm a do it my way The new day of the week is called My day So it's my say, Pass my K I'm thru talkin
ain't makin' no fuckin' donations! Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!! [Chorus] All you hoes get on DOWN!! [During chorus:] Hop wid it!! [Hey! Take it to the ground! Hop wid it
back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my set, is 16 is wet It's hard
my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it
pretend you're my friend remember I said it one day you'll regret it oh God I can't believe it you have asked and so you shall receive it in the ear victory
it runs in my family stoppin' and goin' and lyin' and cryin' my brain is on fire it feels like I'm flying through space yes, doing my best but It'll get
my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies you scared then get the fuck around me Record execs, no not the (?) on my check I come through with my
it on Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats Eighty-eight, my
a puff Them real playaz chief it, nothin but ballers keep it You could smell it on my clothes so it ain't no secret Rag on my head, braids to the back
) [Krayzie] This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my
to take care of me Yo baby boy, Bow Weezy Late night shifts, daytime to the AM Comin' home late, there was my best friend My soulmate, yes, my big brother
tiger mouth Meet bloodless eye So drop dead stock What fallen tree? I leave New York For other cities Which let me play With gas and fire Took out an ad Best friend
to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff Yes my gift is to amaze you all Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what? I slay niggaz
em Only thing I don't wanna say when I drop em Loadin my shells so don't try to hock em Hittin the heat with the jig-ass beats Bite my style, is the only
it was a candy Everyone goes in the end Knock knock on the door Who's it for, nobody in here Look in the mirror my friend I don't understand at best
