it's my line To the actor in the corner this is my line Nairobi told me and I kept it in my head Nairobi called me and I left here in the dead of the
A dead motherf*** or a *** in custody With everybody thinkin' of death I kept workin' to be one of the last n*** left So many people lookin' for hope
through the chest Through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers Who become rich as dope dealers? Nothing left for
mines? Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm prepared to deal with fetal lines Yo, check
I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it Canibus is the type who?ll fight for mics Beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life
tension, We then exchanged numbers for the study program, When I saw your number on that paper, I said: "Oh man", I added you and waited for you patiently
ho? Haven't got time for the lines I'm throwin' ya Gimme ya number later on I'll call ya The bitch gave me her number and left with a smile I know how
step for makin' a cat laugh, when I was walking with the dead KATHERINE, mother figure, older sister, concerned be a limits Letting me know I wasn't the only one with this Continuous offers for
The old man down to the ground The tractor pitched him into a ditch and Left a dusty sound Of the wheel that kept spinnin' round The wheel that kept
, for teachin' me wrong from right I had a wild streak and three counties wide Devil had me dead in his site It was the hand of God that kept me out
allright as long as it's kept quiet/the gods have called upon us to kill the hethen kind/The holocaust never happened excpet to the jews it left behind
till it's burial Kept it stereo, so we buried him with his radio Some niggas robbed him and shot him took his hat keys Left his head a hole in the front
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
beggars' bash I was a pimps main prophet, I kept everything cool Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lo..ose And when the heat came down it was left
for every syllable in your name Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line Ll cool j nigga
the deal, let's put the gun To the small of his neck, we got caught up and blast Until there's nothing left, boy I thought some more niggas kept, what
were stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow Then he made you temporary replacement for
stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow Then he made you temporary replacement for