cough up the last of the continent and lose myself. Nineteenth Century science cannot soother my chest. Staggering through Europe, I keep on heading west. My medicine
[Lil Wayne] Too many women, and not enough time Im a cool cat, but im on life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar
joking no Chris Tucker shit I ain't even smilin', I'ma 'bout to start wylin' I got bricks of that Peruvian A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs
Jae Milz. Brown skin but I'm black in the booth. And for the green or that white, you'll see red. Mushroom bullets hit your body then they spread. Then your ass dead
bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed
the old pain killer do Keep having these dreams of my taking my nine milli Who can help me execute this desire to pop a pill or two [Hook] You cant give me medical
seaman uh a million dead a million scared a million bars til you realized youve took too far with your car and your guns ill party har hard til im dead
by And the women in doorways Who have nothing to say 'Cause your money is talking To the ones that you would try And she owns the block With the dead
In position of power them chumps dead Backstabbers and cowards get drunk beds And violent when unfed, PO's get a challengers bum head Medic, didn't mean
a chain, I smoke ya Throw 'em on the M track, that's how I train doja's Broke niggaz lie and steal, I leave 'em lyin' still You got a watch, you dead
both at home and overseas. The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose pocket? * Throughout the world millions of
it all night long My mic's equipped with a microchip, with a million Meg's Bite this I might flip, spread a billion plagues Put medicine in it before I kill ya dead
ultimate decay Never stopping but to rust Eager to get it underway Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if you must And if you want to worship truth Be it medicine
it Nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits Get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards Keep it far from the child shit .40 cal. spit Runnin' with wild cliques Dead
me from killing you And from pulling you down with me in here I can almost hear you scream Give me One more medicated peaceful moment One more medicated
m too blessed Honestly it just excited my family I just hide the medicine inside of the candy Get cured by the music blasting out of your camry If not I'll hide the medicine
one good time, is he faking kid? Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube A million dollars won
the top Clever as ever so watch the bass and treble will not So fucking loud its like getting hit in the head with a rock I leave em dead or in shock
