morning (mourning?) I can shift, I can lie, I'll do whatever you want Did I really get this good? I guess it's been so long It's no fault of yours Curled
the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool) We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if he fault) [Raekwon
to save ya soul you'll be amazed how quick police learn the businss nowhere to run young blood you done burned ya bridges a nervous wreck makin ya calls
someone else Years ago and It's come Around again Excuse me while I place a blame on you The game has conned you now And It never was your fault The
the core Of what I need you for It's a disaster And after all I need you to remind myself That it's my fault, it's not my fault I can hear the pain Well
t my fault that I'm layin' niggaz down like asphalt And blow your ass away like chalk, dust Then crush your monkey-ass unto the side 'Cause wrecked dialect
yung g's are so real) Well I'm grippin grain candy stains presses cuts and pinky rings Viper jets and choo choo trains it aint my fault I hog the lane
weeks without sleep, keeping this in I've got cuts I can't close I've got wounds that won't heal, it's all your fault I've been shattered and wrecked
my fault I'm gone reverse mine My pain, I'm gone merge mines, 'cause I'm sick wit it Now where them balla's at, I'm lookin' for the big ticket 10 minutes
the sleeve It's the Mack on the mainline, all the wreck on the mainline Now we about to bring all the funk to the mainline Watch me catch wreck on the
come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like salt, lock it up, hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault
you I need your love I'm bleeding for you I am a wreck And now I'm a drunk again Escaping sobriety's demons Because they bore me I know it's all of my fault
I cut fat cats to eight lives With my eight ball lines I'm home 'fore I'm done with all nine Got you shook like a fault line Come all shine and get
ain't my fault you got no money You need to go get you some, won't make me none I hit hard like a slam drum Slum and slang with a ton of games Wreck my
weeks without sleep Keeping this in I've got cuts I can't close I've got wounds that won't heal It's all your fault I've been shattered and wrecked
has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like salt, lock it up Hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking
you need a hand big man? grab hold of this branch With both hands but they don't understand I'm just a sick man Now everybody's pissed at me Like it's my fault
I cut fat cats to eight lives with my eight ball lines I'm home 'fore I'm done with all nine Got you shook like a fault line Come all shine and get tarnished
