all seem wrong Even sleep is choking me Am I feeling weak or strong In the dreams I could not be But it's killing me inside It's killing me inside Killing
is at it's end Dutch: If it bleeds, we can kill it If it bleeds, we can kill it If it bleeds, we can kill it If it bleeds, we can kill it I'm
day one we couldn?t live our diversity, we could only create a cage. We have no tool for liberation, We have no will if we can?t realize that all of
we did warn dem fi quiet Now dem hear the kick drum di snare and di hi hat Load up dem belly with some copper shot diet VERSE (Bounty Killer) CHORUS
stars, bullets and fast cars And everybody bleed out here, word to God [Lil Wayne] Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble muthafucker, tough luck And we
get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell
white you try me I'm a have to hurt you Kingston boy I rep like no other Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors The grill is cold the wheels
? No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga *FUCK* The Source Plus them awards I don't need And them niggaz breathin the same air as me, actin like they don't bleed We
have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM
was seventeen Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre Ran up on the '64 and that's all she wrote We runnin
have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer
will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In
choke and bleed Bleeding out I didn't want to see it But I had to see it ...That because you enjoyed the pleasures The pleasures as much as i enjoyed the pleasures ...Killing
misconception As we fall walking across the dead This is a memory of rotting destiny Our worst nightmare Your throat will bleed your skin will burn Your throat will bleed
the flesh off paper dolls My lips and tongue, they bleed... We won't fall, we'll be together, just the two of us That's hollow and breathless It kills
reason to kill. Reason to kill. I bet you will. Find no one but yourself. But yourself. I wish you well. Oh what tangled webs we weave. When we practice
time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time We all see the sunshine But when you could do yourz, we