false echo remained. Once there was a movement with so splendid goals, now a scary vision, shows it deprived of its roots, gone to cul de sac. The arm holds
Nobody here's in love Baby, loving the way you take me Nobody here's gon' break me Nobody here's in love She took her clothes put them on hold Saw an X
hold may you never make your bed out in the cold Verse 2 and your just like a good close sister me and you know that i love you true you hold no blade
never stop Hating the person you always was I wont always reprimand It takes to long for you to understand The blood stays on the blade And blood drips
to take a fuckin loss, 26 up in this bitch been jammin, niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin, niggas hit the sand on the candy and them blades, niggas
you a bad snake Smash bake, eight stab holes in your shoulder blades You wilding on the stretcher and shit, bitch tryna hold your legs Nah don't hold
do it for ya New Ghostface Yo deep in the trenches Wig, young black green beret Chrome laser guns blazing at spades Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid 10 niggas call it Tai-Chi Black blades, one hundred dollar seats Hold
jewellry "words don't help you" (x2) [chorus: inspectah deck] Some sound-sound like they real top guns But this a true sound, it's a champion
take a fuckin loss 20 G's up in this bitch be jammin niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades niggas
they hit me with a one, two, three, personally Conspiracy, it don't mean shit to me The time will go fast because I'm true blue On the D L, back home
racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back YC Still fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
: Bun-B (Pimp-C)] {Chamillionaire} From the back (back), to this front (front) Now to the side (side) {Get ya step on} (repeat 4x) {Hold up, Okay} (What
1 (2x) Now where my S to the T to the U-Y niggas Screamin' f' the D's true you my niggas Lowkey, OG, Old E sippers OT, no sleep, hold heat niggas Sippin
chamber, the swarm Roll dark and deep, Bobby Digital Wu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicate Be Born, Daddy-O, what up Math? Mickey Mirrors, true blessings For what, X
stop Hating the person you always was I wont always reprimand It takes to long for you to understand The blood stays on the blade And blood drips from
Money makes the world spin Hahahaha Yo part 2, for all my true fans who know that money makes the world spin Not to mention the improvments in their
K. Inserts: Bun-B (Pimp-C)] {Chamillionaire} From the back (back), to this front (front) Now to the side (side) {Get ya step on} (repeat 4x) {Hold up,
