crazy bald head) That's what got you dead Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tete, je te plumerai la tete Bang your dead
I won't let you in again The messages I tried to send My information's just not going in Burning bridges shore to shore I break away from something more I'm not turned
a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas just
an easy catch, you're dead wrong Gotta work on my seduction if you wanna get it on But if you think that I'm an easy catch, you're dead wrong Can I
Now it's my turn, watch me disappear Just like a go, go, go, ghost Watch me go, go, go, ghost Just like a go, go, go, ghost Watch me go, go, go, ghost Just
that slow on the trigger Less then a second too late and you one dead nigga So I take aim and I squeaze and deliver Like I told them, just to let him
wrong Can you face yourself with that question? Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in? Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cat eye, dead
size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive in church dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just
like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when
commit homicides for two bits And fuck for dough, like I give two shits Wildfire call from Hong Kong Hello, "Yo Kain, I just spotted Sean Jean" Hold up, some information was missin' I just
G's perspective Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To fight) It's just reality (It's just reality) Just
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah I'm just a drop top flippin
I just came in your arms tonight You and I are friends, not some polemic To be puzzled over, listened They set my wings so randomly When you're dead
behold Lille venn, my heart is not dead It's just bad weather in my temporary head In my temporary head Momma, my heart's not dead It's just bad weather
not allowed to show the pain Not allowed to expose the pain All the white people from my neighborhood are dead All the black people have turned pink
another trilogy It's just another story Just another story baby Nobody make a move, this kid's got you covered He was just seventeen, trying to get on like his dead
least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just
