On this hill top I buried you As a younger man We gathered 'round Your empty husk And spoke of how you were so loved And as the sun died I promised that
On this hill top I buried you As a younger man We gathered 'round Your empty husk And spoke of how you were so loved And as the sun died I promised
That's why I tuck em in not givin' a fuck again D.R.A you add the K.E a hundred grand and you lables can not Play me I'll never go broke Fuck em I'm
ways, guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over, it's a different day Sound like broken records playing over But you promised
Guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today That was yesterday Yesterday is over It's a different day Sound like broken records Playin' over But you promised
find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague
Scarface] You see a nigga with his game tight, money with a name like 'Face (Face Mob), havin his way, the homie did his thing, right? You just a peon
I live What I regret I won't relive I won't forget that You forgive me He's my distraction 'cause He know my passion is You His broken record plays '
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper Well, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover And I tried to tell him he had a sense Of
a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal That's why I'm real and I ain't afraid to steal Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat If you don
ass I pulled down it's pants and put a foot up its ass Man what a catastrophy it'd be for me to be a bitch ass pussy And not open a can of whoop ass
lets take a trip just sit back and light a spliff with this and dont slip on a funky dope track jump back strapped with the fat buddha sac and a '78
give a bum a hundred dollars I'd rather help out my people instead of poppin' my collar I wish that I could get a million copies sold If I'm broke I
a double gear, i just got his girl's number he gonna need another chick make a part my other chick then put on a punishment she said she's a ...man she
Ruff ridin' the clique, come up outta your shit Get clapped in the wig, sold a lotta records But we never gave a fuck so it's a wrap for the kids Got
heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted 'bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin' to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream
See You At The Register, One Way Or The Other I Can Promise You This, Juggalo Or Not Our Fuckin' Record's The Shit, And I Don't Give A Fuck What Rolling
, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff With this and don't slip On a funky dope track, jump back Strapped with the fat Buddha sac And a '
