homie? Man, psst, here you go Killin' myself, I might as well kill you Matter of fact, second thought, go ahead and take two My hands and my breath smellin
'm doin' cool) Plus I got my Desert [unverified] Eagle" But ain't no problems It ain't no trouble Someone cocked the 4-double It's time for the midnight masquerade
diesel in the streets having laughs Somebody say you know what I'm going through You were left with nothing too Much you can?t count on one hand singing, 3, 4
ringers, bringers on the real, when I stick steel in your grill with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled Glock in the hand of a mack,
sink. Why did I have to leave my fears Behind the hills of loneliness? Why did I have to find her here, who loved the black behind my mask? Hand scratching
, bringers on the real, when I stick steel in your grill with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred
deny insanity - mediocrity Save us from this masquerade of lies Kings and fools die in ridicule (save us) Save us from this masquerade of lies A fallen
gotta fill your reasons It's the dead, the dead can dance. It's the dead, the dead can dance. Now that the race was made He took him down at the masquerade
Guns On My Hips Gotta Few Hundred Pounds Moving On My Strip Niggas Leave Off The Block When Im On My Shit Got My Hands In My Pants And They Aint On My
re somewhere burnin' diesel In the streets havin' laughs Somebody say you know what I'm going thru You been left with nothin' too Too much you can't count on one hand Singing 3,4
I seek your hand Every other woman envies U And me, every other man A massive circle of jealousy Is coming round again Those prickly fingered scallywags That masquerade
you gotta fill your reasons It's the dead, the dead can dance. It's the dead, the dead can dance. Now that the race was made He took him down at the masquerade
(feat. Kurupt, Rappin' 4-Tay) [Intro] When you make the Kool-Aid You put your own amount of sugar in it Sweet, sweet love to your taste To your own
bell ringers, bringers on the real, when I stick steel in your grill with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled Glock in the hand of a mack