that I don't trust you your only independent till your major, so fuck you and if your pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you I rape your moms and we
your blood, ain't no love, on the street Wit' no police, everybody is a rat, everybody's 'bout the greens You know me, I know you We grew up in the pen
, on a fresh white is ya picture I keep it on the low, so no one a know that I did ya Playin' like that, these days niggaz a stain ya Play the game rap
wings And sell them all for blow These days I don't know these people That I'm supposed to trust And I don't trust these motherfuckers That I'm supposed
This life is it with no skins and thicks and no sense of blood trauma We got Jesus when they feel' they think we drunk, dawg All o' because we be wildin
But still that diet aint no stoppin him [Chorus] [Verse 3: SPM] I dont give a fuck, 'cause We some hustlaz, friends we once was Now I once blood, scratchin
bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit and shave Stuck to the TV and completely out of it these days I've got a CD. Fuck the counterfeit
a dictator and we all drink to your pride We'll get this right We'll leave all the talking for another night It's never kind, but we don't mind You
how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind
the blood bath F-l-i-n-t, that be creepin on dayton ave Bang to the boogie of the motherfuckin punches Been ridin on these and them hoes come in bunches
he sign me Then he introduced Jay and the rest is history Thanks for the memories, thanks for the misery Reminiscin' the Spike Lee them was the school days We graduated with A's But these
I got a bone to pick, you said it Then we said that wrestle like some grown man shit Then we, then we could talk about our problems, couldn't we? Just
divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life our passion'd flower Cling to cunts & cocks of despair We
of blood clots I must turn my soul competition into dust A trust no mothafucka but myself fuck tomorrow If your ass only knew all the days I let you borrow
need To submit a mothafuckin Into pain and make him bleed Smokin weed with all my crooks Let me tell you how it looks First we pray em we slay em Then we
I'm so happy we made it I knew one day we would All these years of strugglin' Were never understood Now my eyes are open And I can clearly see We didn
Whatcha know about that, love? Black gloves No back up, only this vest Only these teffs, only these lefts Fishermen knives that cut in your chest If