my blood In tears I laughed As the blade slowly tore my veins At last I was free Free from all my pains Now it's too late For you to touch my lips with
it comin? I?ll always die by my own hand Girl, I don?t blame you for nothin? I?ll always die by my own hand It is my fault, it is my fault Girl, you
a fault with all the people everywhere It's getting harder every night to take the punches left and right Just to know that you're here by my side Here are my
'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking around my head Your information But there's no hiding behind molting feathers On the plane, on my
, ain't it, TIP? And this one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you The dirt off my handkerchief I'm giving these ho's a dose of they own
the real thing I'll know it by the feeling The moment when we're meeting Will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen So I'll be holdin' my own
But I'm out spoken still They not sure it'll work But their all hopein' He'll Emerge the victim My words are pictures And yes the colors so loud that u heard my
old I learned my lesson then 'Cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description
my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own
do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin' to get my hands
Come with this territory I might dispose Feeling like my life been chose All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes When it?s on My man there, gat in his hand
with this territory. I might dispose. Feeling like my life been chose. All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes. When it's on. My man there, gat in his hand
throw my hands up high and live my life and live my life just to get off and throw my hands up high [Kanye West] I paid for them titties, get your own
with trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti When daddy let me drive I'm grown up now three daughters of my own I let them drive my old Jeep across
gunshots till after the slugs hit me I grabbed for my chest and my neck Hopin' when my head hit the ground my skull busted open You used to ask for my
at the disco I liked how that shit was goin' down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys