world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burnt Play my position in the game of life
messed up, all I find myself doing, (Looking through my gallery, drinking and smoking weed) I hate you for doing this to me girl im sooo I?m so in agony
a little collie weed to ease I grief too much agony living in the limits of big city a little collie weed to meditate <a href="http://www.testimania
it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is
here, I done sold coke on these streets, man Hash, weed, heroin, as long as niggaz is feeling it A nigga like me can hustle it, that's my gift in life
gripin' on my nine I think I'm just the type Cuz it's about that time I'm serious as fuck Ain't nothin' really funny Smokin' on the weed Yeah, I'm thinkin
reporters Kidnap the jurors - and whack all their daughters The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters A life speed - fuckin' with cracks and weed
grab a seat, welcome to Smoke Fest '99 I'm glad you all could make it As you can see admission was free this Smoke Fest this year All the weed you see
he had to kill him Now his bodies in chalk and no longer can talk so then a life is lost Somebody tricked off and the killer was caught So now his lifes
world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life
my rival? Watch what you say partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony
you say partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony) All
the weed Destroying the harvest Of peace that we need Prejudice Shame of all nations We got to live in the same neighborhood When you take a man's life
The way of the will is the law of the self Heckling life and commanding death Violence is needed to weed out the weak Disposed by means of savagery Destruction
a crooked way to profit off this crime, this life of mine Until I get free, my prophecy is niggaz screaming, as if they're bleeding in agony And as soon
to find a crooked way to profit off this crime This life of mine.. until I get free My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony As soon