Father my father, well what have you left for me? What am I to make of this convoluted legacy? You raised me, ingrained me Led me to believe that the
iz ova Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn) Dont be mad at me cuz i kept it rollin Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn) 24 loren hearts on dat 06
my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer
Tupac] Hahahahahaha My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli
the people in my business, (all in my business) They come to find out, ain't even one of my children You illin, playin with these kids man You're dead
the sorrow afterwards With my father dead and my mother ran off My brothers took the pay of hoods The twenties turned the north was dead The hunger strike
: [Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
m falling and I can't turn back [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern, was making a million
, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt. I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were but she had some way of finding them out. He took dead
maggots through the thin flesh they bore I shall bloody my hands til the last breath be torn from me So blindly we walk the winds of these plaged streets Dead
kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil
Down by the creek under brush under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down at the park under stone under pine There's a carcass of my brother William
my shadow's jealous My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come from
Gotta S On My Chest That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead (Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...) (Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead
y'all in my rearview Mirror niggas want to be a millionaire, I'm already there niggas I'm the definiere nigga, a bear taking more than my share Lookee
yey i'm switching out my bricks like my kicks with my legs rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay all my women photogenic they never
egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father
