taint it but you can't explain, your blood is my blood as your vein is my veins So you are, honestly bonded to me, not through rhymin but through the
ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with Rogue pistols Walkin' contradiction like Quiet Noise No words, eyes
through texas and got my share And my nina on my waist, dope up in my jaw One eye for them fiends, one eye for that law Niggaz crooks as niggaz soft, so my rep is hard as
thug, couldn?t understand it Put me through school, swore soon I?d be in a position to rule Look at me now, your only child breathing through you For
that writes is a good as the hand that holds the plow [chorus] [killah priest] Some say the spirit of a dead angel lies within me Look in my eyes, they
crime He damn near died Bandaged by wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride Guns out the window slide... Golden Arm is as good as his reputation says
never get no sleep up all night gettin higher then the nose bleed swear i was raised by beats like moblique came from the bottom rats in the roaches now niggas blunts aint as fat as
, you really like me? Huh, don't even try it" Man, she had a lotta nerve, man Word man, hey man, but she ain't had half As much nerve as that old record
loud as I crashed through the baracade I saw my whole life flash before my face I felt kind of dizzy all I saw was stars I put my hands over my eyes and
'll niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it Streached up in hospital beds, phat fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead We walk the pavement with, one in the head I can't believe what I saw, through the eyes of the corner
away with that I just ain't playin that, that's that bullshit! Jardine and the kids tryin to make ends meet Half dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs
was dark and cold Into the smoke-filled dimly-lit room Stumbled in a thug Who was smelling like bud And his eyes looked high as the moon He looked
now they think they got Lil' Rob good But fuck it I had to blast the puto between the eyes And now I sit here laughing as his homeboy cries But what the
't doin' good (Uh) I hope you understand me I'm in it, real thick (Thick) What should I do, fool Big Ronnie sick (Sick) I'm hopin' he gon' pull through
over right there, right now That's what I'm talking about, let's roll As we delve through the mud and rain Straight shots of tongue ease the pain As
track, flip that, underground rap When I kick back, most of what I'm hearin' be weak So I speak through beats and the streets as I teach I impeach, through
brother's almost dead Got no other chose but for milk and bread Stepped out the house for the first time in two years 'Cuz my neighbor hood, it ain't really good