Letras:
Fucked Up A Little Death

like those thousands of wasted days upon those million grains of sand. And like the leaves that pile to decay these little deaths happen every day. Maybe our love was just a

Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp em flat Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat I tell you bout this fucking rats They even snitch and

, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard killer from Long Beach (here monkey, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard killer from L.A

I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up So school, I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Ma' said that I should grow up, and check myself Before

owe me a check I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally So turn the music up and roll a Philly [Verse Four: JT] Yeah, roll

your ears a little closer Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova pissed Why would I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat That was taught if a

it costs Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy

: featuring Obie Trice {Obie Trice} Ha ha, yeah {Tupac} Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit

hear me, when I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer And