be my Mami I'll be there when you need thug love in your life Baby your husband ain't gon be home Let's hook up tonight I'll be there at the spot 8:11
wanna die? [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna
in the city it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin
the beat I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street Put my teflon on and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with
and I'm peepin' out the scene And there's no one I can spot, so I get my ass down Looked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a rocl
is seconds and you're the checkmate 'fore I diss and split I bet you'll show me nuff respect [Layzie:] I step in this bitch and I got the whole team
a thousand wolves I cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze I pose like a poster, he's closer than close I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he
Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon I sip a little moonshine inside a saloon All of a sudden I could
so they can be evil baby I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made me Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers And heroin users
away, run away from here. I'm shooting out of this room Because the sure don't like the company You stop your preaching right there Because I really don't care And I'll
get there I'ma walk, fuck a bitch when I get there Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan Fuck the cemetery that I'm buried on (fuck 'em) The blood of
enemy enemies, enemy, when will I see? enemies, enemy R.I.P. [Verse Two:] Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya? J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda
I need sincerity One thing I'm not as weak I'll always stand alone But my heart is not made of stone So I'll go on All I need is sincerity All I need
on you and your dead friend. I probably oughta be not be so knockin' this hollow point slaughtering the body I am so naughty because i am moderately
you sexy as you wanna be But you just a wanna be I can't help ya I don't love ya I just met ya I might shove ya Will I plug ya to some niggas that'll
to hide still waiting for the swollen Easter tide There's no point in direction we cannot even choose a side. I took the old track the hollow shoulder
