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they may prove And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you When Punk-tius comes to kill the king upon his throne I'm ready for their stones
' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don't cast stones
say the same shit now The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas know I'm dead I'm serious, somebody can get killed Wait for the fire drill and when you
street go roam I remember when Danny dem take me snow cone And make him licke bredda dem kick up Jerome I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone
when Danny dem tek me snow cone An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone An the boy Danny pop out
park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers Hollow tip, lead busters there's no Heaven or hell Dead is dead, fuckers and
? Hardly, a man's man who would?a knew The beach houses and wild parties Jezebel's and Stella McCartney's For years all that, how can I not be dead?
in chains Trail by stone hammer and nails No one made the holes but me Misery mourns, to be devoured Killed God, blood, soiled, unclean again Killed
world was gonna love me, without a doubt I was sure that Tarantino would be callin' me on the phone Annie Leibovitz would shoot me for Rolling Stone
you capture me and kill my will Just to survive the game of life, win or lose Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will To survive the
weather we get cake I let rats have it, fuck these rap faggots! Everybody want the kid dead like Pat Garrett I'm a goon, speak with a mellow tone Rock yellow stones
big or small Almost anyday I could say fuck it all - fuck it all! [G-Rock] Having dealings with skill My skill, never have to kill Fuck dead 'em in your
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button So I charge out more, want it all at the door Fuck heat, Sheek, walk around with an oven Who you gonna kill
of my own and I won't throw stones so I get back what I give reach for the two homeboy go ahead you wanna be dead, homie be dead who am I to be thinking
dead 'em, I set 'em, and you can feel me Diggin' up in your brain and bringin' the pain, and y'all fin' wanna kill me Fillin' 'em with that fury, get
sister should be kept in a cage She thinks she's grown up cause she looks older than her age She chose the streets over a chance on stage Found dead
