matter how is my condition No matter how it hurts my soul No speed control I don't care... How corrode is my inner side How infirm is my mind Leaded
my witness, when thugs cry, too much is hard [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts My pulse rushin, send my pulse into insanity
knees and pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my
it tha best Tuck da nine by my spine all the time Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck wit mine My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe My wrist and my
cocaine, in your project lobby, And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie, It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly
hits no more Ha, didn't know I had your block on SWAT? I'm CIA, y'all nuttin' but beat cops I rock like my ma's mean, name is cocaine Place you on my
fortune) HEY All my niggaz jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY My ladies jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] I'm a take off my
: (Strummer/Jones) Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine A little more every day Holding for a friend till the band do well Then the
: (Strummer/Jones) Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine A little more every day Holding for a friend till the band do well Then the D
my last prayer To a loaded gun Have I gone insane What am I saying Chasing my own tail Like a dog on cocaine Vomiting words To relive the pain Shooting my
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind That's why I ain't thinking
out Till my legs give out Can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out And my high burn out I'm a rip this shit till my bones collapse Till the roof
a fiend, One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate then break, Navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate. Reconcilation came from my
the vitamin D Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat Someone keeps saying, I'm insane to complain About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my
on the radio In stereo in the static age Billboard on the rise in the dawn's landscape Working your insanity Tragic a'la madness and concrete Coca-Cola
This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room or my
