Letras:
The Damned The Eight Day

laughing and tripping still having the bitches I'm rapping now reminiscing and god damn it we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight

to get high And I won't stop til the day a nigga die Anytime anyplace I'm gonna do it like Janet Tryin to get high with the whole damn planet I'm a smoke

my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why I'm a real ass nigga who I be MJ livin' to handle business every god damn day now who in the fuck be

: An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too

Niggas gonna pay on the day that I spot him Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies I'll be damned if I

I'm in a two man cell with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me? I'm only eighteen, so I'm

Key, Paved The Way So Lately, My Stakes Get Better Each Day Replay My Relay Race, When I Was Chasin The Afee At Eighteen Eight Years Later His Voice

: Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight You see the same damn thing it's just a different day and No one really knows why this is happening But

wish she coulda saved him Damn near impossible, only men can raise men He was his own man, not even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight