What hea?s afraid of? Why, Why I shot my friend? And I can't breath Everything, everything is done I cannot sleep But why, What is a friend for? Why I shot my friend
Why What hea?s afraid of? Why, Why I shot my friend? And I can't breath Everything, everything is done I cannot sleep But why, What is a friend for? Why I shot my friend
I gots to go man, watch I come through watch I throw the West with my hand, go and get me some break em off with my palm, I gots to come through and I
't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar
Of That Bullshit We Both On take It The 'source', 'hip Hop Quotable', Of Course i'm Pullin' Out My 'roots', To Breathe In My 'black Thought' let's Be Honest, I
I'm sly as a fox I can rocks I got smarts when they starts tradin' shots they get dropped I pull my card, I pull my card, I pull my card not I use the
she's finding matches inside of my pockets that say I trip Which means I might get caught, lose everything that I bought The house, kids and the car, I know this sounds
bye to a sound bwoy in The shot ti fly now that sound bwoy lie dead Two shots dead to dem chin, enemy or friend Fake the funk, I put the junk to a muthafuckin
s never stuck up I know when to shoot my mouth off and when to shut the fuck up Every rhyme I write, worth bitin' Every room I'm in, worth micin' I'm
cause I gots to go man watch I come through watch I throw the West with my hand go and get me some break em off with my pump I gots to come through and
sounds. The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds. Ah ah ah... My rhyme ain't good just yet, My brain and tongue just met, And they aint friends, so far, My
be... The beginning of the end The beginning of the end, my friend. I grin when the DJ starts to spin. I look to the left, then to my right, my man
for understandin Come together Now as I said my prayers through the years I shed a few tears Cause it's unjust when I see my peers get shot and dropped
come together Now as I said my prayers through the years, I've shed a few tears 'Cause it's unjust when I see my peers get shot And dropped and forgot
, pour me another, so I could forget you now Pour me another, so I could come let you down Pour me another, so I can remember how True that I am to this
I'm ruthless I leave muthafuckers toothless I had a worker who stepped on the scene lively Then started selling my customers ivory Soap, counterfeit vials of cracks I stuck
like handicap doors I ain't a killer, I just spark a lot So when I squeeze I'm turnin your whole block to a parking lot Understand I'm the grimy Floy
nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash
