Letras:
Hundred Reasons Broken Hands

what you want from me nobody's telling you where to go don't think I am so naive to be fool by these smokescreens We languish in the sun, broken hands

Take what you want from me nobody's telling you where to go don't think I am so naive to be fool by these smokescreens We languish in the sun, broken hands

almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons

I'm broke, what's a good way to get paid these days Flip burgers or lay your ass down and get sprayed Hey man I got to reason with ya, naw, fuck trying

Went from a kiss on the cheek to doin' the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars It's not the hand that you're dealt But

a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred and ten

hand Forest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard, Washington Patterson, Courtland I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man On the South side of town with a brick in my hand

you dont know me nigga you dont know me [Lil Jay] Now its a bunch of niggas hatin on the mob since we came on Niggas talkin shit cause they broke and

no need to go in the deep Don for real with the same Gotti traumata pill Von O Niel, embraced by the arms of the ill Art of war, a hundred men, cars