on a chair rolling a blunt I had a son your age, that ended up on front page From the impact of a 12 guage, his assassination Thrown me in a world of
Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate your cast members Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate
(All the way live from 2-1-5) It's time to react, to respond, to react, to respond (All the way live from 2-1-5) We setting it from South Side pushing
s go.. "and now.. for your.. bad bad boys.. Starting at guard.." [p. diddy] Y'all niggaz still talkin? Oh you got a little name little fame
sipping Dom with Wong from Hong Kong We smoking fucking hydro out the bong You telling me Adolf the Assassinator 'you the don' Don what nigga, that's that old funny shit Yo we
just another one dead and gone (4 times) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhha A year from now where will I be when I get blasted I picture myself in a crime
Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla 'cause I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a bone killa Every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga,
nigga leave it then And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we ain't trying to see the pen Like a needle in a haystack we ain't trying
a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feelin' alright I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now... So I know we'll be alright
world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y [Chorus:] It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg
now, we rated r This no place for a child, 17, not allowed Without a parent and it's apparent that you belong Wit a full grown man wit a mind just as
And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then. And we ain't trying to see the pen, Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen
your blast on You gonna die anyway, life don't last long We still feelin' pain from the last song Shit, we still feelin' rain from the last storm Homie
too much, from the stress they see, We got to make a change and we got to make it A.S.A.P No, I ain?t graduated, take the S.A.T, But I knew right from
Although we could never be the same (Chor) So tell me Why do we hurt Why do we cry Why do we wish it could all be write Why do we dream Of whats not
all been placed on a contract for hatin' I'ma waste 'em, one by one, for taintin' Ability to kill a facility, I'm a sinner of Satan fast as a child
how we do it when we do how we do it when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assassins Ski mask and gloves consider this as a warning
t care for original sin It's a stupid world we're living in Your paid assassin makes me wait He eats with fingers off his plate He says you've got a pressing