you off my Iris all I know is that I'm lost in you like a bonedry log in your fire but I see things somewhat different now I swear to God, I'm gonna kill some day
killing me. So many people in agony, this shouldn't have to be Too busy focusing on ourselves and not His Majesty There has to be some type of change
you praise? That guy was dead in thirty days John Tyler, he liked country folk And after him came President Polk Zachary Taylor liked to smoke His breath killed
add salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead bolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these
to buck tin in Gotta be more than just to lust women Gotta be more than platinum Rolexes, 600's and crushed linen Praise your name, I know some of them hate their due Judgment day
[Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, check it Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'f**ker to bring me some muh'f**kin weed for this hospital man f**k that Tell that reporter
to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gone, come on Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day
We was livin' it up All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to thrill me Said the niggaz I killed is out to kill
all them playa haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers Just some
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer I'm doin' all white everything All white everything, all white everything All white everything I'm 'bout to kill '
on a diet, but her cock is eating cheesecake And I'll say "Bride of Chuckie" is child's play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides 'Ye
point em' skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king? This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills
Cyborg, android, d-boy, decoy, water, wisdom, tightrope, vision, insight, stronghold, heartless, ice cold, mystery, mastery, solar, battery Some will
out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some
about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth And one day I see you standin' at a token
