just rest your head Just rest your head Now, now, now Just rest your head C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just rest your head Just rest your head Just rest your
of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house's zenith Yes, the fence intimidates, it's meant to keep you out (But) Let your
years dog I'll turn your tears stress and your scars into lawn chairs and green grass in your yard I'm tryin to watch my kids wrestlin yours Not have
the ATF You can catch me at the DuPont Inn, two dykes swallowin gin Shorty sucked me out of my Timbs My bad, that's your wife? Fuck your life Anyway
leases? My momma wit me when she found my pieces I look back on life, thank God I'm blessed We the best on the planet so forget the rest [Young Buck]
no rest I can see it in your eyes, the devil's deep inside You're a masochistic freak in disguise Your love is your pain, and pain is your gain You'll
a victim of things I did to maintain I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remain Cause all the rest dead Is there a
life Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job So I resort to violent robbings, my life is
we stand (echo) And if family come before All the fortune and fame (echo) [Verse 4: Napoleon] As I walk up in the crib Laid to rest me head Say
me and brothas miss ya while your gone you left your nigga on his own how long we mourn life goes on... [Chorus repeats to end] [sung overtop repeating chorus] Life
, remember K-DAY Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood But reconize and it's all good
fuckers need to just calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life 'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life You dumb
: (feat. Stretch) [2pac:] Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls That's right boy, it's goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead God
and a uzi but all good things don't last task came fast, and busted my black ass coolen in tha pen, where tha goods kept now my little brother wants ta
and you will be there your slippin' but content because your spirit and hills are alive with the sound of music People never see the whole trip of life
