a fucking bit / you just better walk away cause i?m the one who?s here to stay / i try to step forward but i?m always held back / another step forward another dead end path
stopped, it began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path
, angry, mad How you were sent to heaven's sacred path Duct taped and gagged, plus raped and stabbed Body draped in blood, what a fate to have Such a pitiful end
One word, one word describes the Tazzmission effectively Tazz hates everyone, even himself One word describes, one word describes the Tazzmission effectively Who can stop the path
it You know the drill, back to the caboose To shovel coal until you decide which path to choose We ain't never gonna stop, it's just too much fun
disaster's path for aftermath I laughed and blast have mad people's units Weak mind created crime-related rahs can't fuck with my blueprints Stupid, the end
know, you Can't Hustle Forever? [Verse 1: LaReece] It was you and me against the world We switched the game up Hustlin forever together before we came up It changed our paths
showin you? Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever? It was you and me against the world We switched the game up Hustlin forever together before we came up It changed our paths
tech, I'm still in the dungeon/ Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja/ Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came/ Respect the dead game, remember
dying expired of life, to vomit the soul I am dead within myself The end a beginning to a new life in hell I am your path to ever-lasting pain Mass
'll be bloodrocuted You'll be bloodrocuted right now Enemies stand dead in your blood. The smell of cooking skin. All of them with their hair on end
comprised of kings and queens Wearing crowns and holiday scepters, facing Mecca, making records Raiding biblio techas, I sip nectars with Gods in the street apparel Keep the path
of hate B) Couldn't save the teenager that never felt blame Always incomplete D) None of these are an excuse for the person C) Thought I blazed a path on a dead end
and you, guy, we gonna make some cash Robbin' old folks and makin' the dash" They did the job, money came with ease But one couldn't stop, it's like
And have the police playin' the fiddle in the hospital Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness" Rhymes kick your teeth but end up front less
you've been gone On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin' on The industry be talkin', offendin' me often They don't believe you dead, wanna
, that's the end of the saga The end of my problems, nigga mash the Impala Go lay up with a model an' watch the news tomorrow An' that's the end, checkmate
