words be yours, I'm done with mine Fare thee well now Let your life proceed by it's own design Nothing to tell now Let the words be yours, I'm done
, and downs, my slips, my falls My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm
Like a knife or a poisonous dart I would be better off in my coffin, It's like a dagger through the heart Oh, I know I'm a fool to keep stayin' When
I'm the motherfucker Motherfuckers, this the last supper Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil I don't fear nothin
easy to be me Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless Your brother is deader than a phone machine With a bucket of green piss And I'm tryin' not
I'm under pressure, be-gi-gi-ginning to overdrive. I'm a loose canon mmh, I will not make it out alive. See I'm wrapped around your finger, I'm digging
I'm wonderin' really how many more niggas I'll see in a coffin Before it's my time, I'm the kind right here to take losses, not a dime Everyday it's
ya? No I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine 'Cause I got an AK-47, shootin' trey-O times You didn't think I'm willing to find a
kill, I'm wicked by nature 'Cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers A 3006 with the scope I make a skinhead brain bust All across
I'm a motorcycle I was born to ride psycho Baby, I'm even worse than before Mom, can I call when I'm lost? In a coffin of, hot sauce Finna fall in for
back, and let this thugshit, Clog Up Yo' Mind (x3) [Krayzie] Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet, I'm thuggin
n Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while
the Ripsta, sinster creeper Reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver When I'm
nigga, and I know your mama miss ya. Picture the day, when I get my callin', but until then, I guess I'm stuck. Oh, fuck. Let T know I miss him much
nigga? I'm a soldier Y'all don't know a (I'm a Thug on the line, what?) Bone Thug soldier (Mo' Thugs nigga) Y'all don't know a (I'm a Thug on the line
a while up outta the town but that was a trial Man and I don't know how style through with them crowds and now I got to kick it breakin' new ground wantin
hoes Nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden Nigga, you was off inna my hood? I'm a real thuggish nigga So a, I would have to kill ya so die Popped