'll be cryin' over time Every night that I cry too much to hide away Feel so bad, I'll be cryin' over time Over time Over time Over time
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fritters!" I said, "You got any bear claws?" He said, "Wait a minute, I'll go check." "Naw, we're outta bear claws!" I said, "Well, in that case In that case
keys Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over
I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk Color blood red, body outlined in chalk My rhymes, two zigs all nines Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time
get over Tryin' to get over I am just tryin' Tryin' to get over Tryin' to get over Tryin' to get over Tryin' to get over Goin' to get over This is my
the, murderin' you What kind of mother fuck her self, and I don't think it's time For me to go cryin', when it's time for me go, I won't go quite Sounding
Yeah, time to educate the youth (Speak on it God) 'Cause if we won't, then who will? (True) Terror Squad style, yo (Speak on it God) Yo, I was a wild
up Old-ass man, I let him get away That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway Here come the piggy, it's time for my case His eyes are
comin' for ya, can't do nothin' for ya 'Cause X is comin' for ya Run, hide, duck, duck We don't give a fuck, fuck Look in the mirror say my name five times
unsolved murder case, No damned description nigga 'cause only you saw my face But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time, Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time
like murder but hip-hop you saved my life His man called said, ?Ya time might be now? They played your freestyle over ?Wipe Me Down? They played it two times
shot two times, here to put it in a rhyme Slow lane, move the Coupe like a 5 If I get pulled over, bitch I'm gon' do time And I know my niggaz love
One slug hit my son He was bleedin' From the head I couldn't believe it We was defeated If it was a case I couldn't beat it Felt like cryin' The temperature
They found ya dead in the projects Have people cryin' and thankin' But yo' body been stankin' On the ground 16 holes Shot up head to ya toes Blood all over
a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs And while I'm inside, I take in stride Livin' in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly Days
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town Every time I drive by you're just standin' around Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand Don
, I got about a handful Of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel Threw the bitch over