when I asked about her daughter [Hook] [Verse 4] She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a
stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's Second grade humped
the dense brush for stealth, determined as Hell, I don't do this for anybody, except my self, stuff a muthafucka like a trophy on my shelf, Fuck the
the actress So she's still actin' as if we scheduled a practice and my soundtrack is compromisin' her theatrics You, you remind me of me, it's not a compliment
when shit is priceless I say this with all certainty People wanting the worst for me Gotta wait in a long line, it's not a first for me Most of my defects
all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top
rise (Yo, It's my world) So when the war I hope you on my side (It's my world, It's my world, It's my world) {*Repeat 2X*} [Scratching Chino from Sway and Tech's
make it Without a mama's love now I feel out of place Extra wounds for a man who's never seen his father's face As mama freebased the money for my high
bitch started yellin raisin hell-in I probably gotta body or two to see tellin But then yo a nigga just shot a cop Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood
her in the street ima get her she no im on parrol why she call police on a nigga she just mad 'cause a nigga pocket on swole when she ask to borrow
rug What's on my mind is a motherfucking blood bath Two stanky bitches must have asked me for my autograph What's on my mind is a bitch's head up in
And have you strung out on remote control What you call sanity's what I call insane What you call sanity's what I call insane My mind's flippin' on alcohol
I'm miss him for shit Back against the wall, but still I manage to ball Success is on my line, but still I manage to call I will never fall, that's my
a lull in a storm And I know you was hopin' that the piece for the ox was a dull sword, ah (Guess what, it's not!) Guess what else, I transmit from the
one up for my family a?? should have made time to thank them Put one up for my crew a?? for recognizing the sanctum Put one up for the socially broke
peers With the same problem, the only way to solve them Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that
me... [Fred Casely] That's right, sweetheart. That's right. [Roxie Hart] You son of a bitch... (shoot) Son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! [Photographer
ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his 'cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods Bloods Bloods gonna get ya for
