fuck how hard you are don't care about your incentives or your values If only I could make the gesture real if only I could grab you all by the throat
die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the
got it locked like this and like that baby Southern [unverified] baby, the last of a dying, we born again The vicious life religious, I was born to
Eh, eh, eh, yo mama got a long ass throat, when she drink milk By the time it get to her stomach it's spoiled Where you get that cream from man? The ice
had me in the position to beat me into submission He banged my head against the urinal 'til he broke my nose Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat
off the wool. This music with a mule kick, eight ball in the side pocket corner, one mark the chalk, gimme my poolstick, smoked the dipped, notes by the throat
huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
me This vato came up and said "hey what's up holmes" I said "you know me?" he said "si mon I'm your best homie You were born in September of 1975 You
?? Like these paperplate ass niggaz And these lyin ass bitches All I need is me The rest of you all can die in these ditches I be a broke motherfucka Trenchcoat motherfucka Cut throat
bd got the plan, if you want the clan Come follow the man with the plan in his hand so we expand Do it again, and again, try to kill me I'm alive like
blackness roll on Ain't so cold tonight Mother's cool reptilian womb My fingers trace the exit wounds by graveyard light There's bone dust in my throat
was born lucky, lucky On the helipads at Aberdeen By the platforms, drilling oil rich seas Where the trawlers are getting fewer every year By the furnaces at Ravenscraig By
I was born in the summer of Sam Smaller and sooner than planned Oh, in the spitting image of a man Raised by wolves on the fat of the land Clear of romance
don't have any friends Now the rain is coming and I'm running from myself again I feel this darkness coming over me It's taking over me Now you can rest in pieces By
me, I'm living for the now Up against the oder generation's wall Born in the '70s Born in the '70s Born in the '70s Born in the '70s Born in the '70
throat, I don't play Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way The God P walk with a limp see, but simply To simplify shit, no man can go against
as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
So this is it, have we come to the end No more fun, oh my friend But I'll take my chances now Lettin' loose again Wreckless weekends, weekends Led by
