weezin breathin, he half dead He musnt know, but know he know, how shady aftermath is Even murderous tactics, get better with practice Lead showers, gun powder Feel the talons, Burn burn
up something quick You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn into the wick Ooh, Barracuda "Sell me, sell you", the porpoise said Dive down, deep down and save my head You, I think
get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said That's what she said to me You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are
the perm Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn And make a movie of our lifestyle But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece That
women run for they lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin
Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin, Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton. Shootin at da cops- fuck one time. I gave her to da block, I fucked one time
sittin' low big thangs poppin' Tip on da glock from a crip up in Compton Shootin' at da cops, fuck 1 time I gave her to da block, I fucked 1 time We
handful of change in his beat up case And said play me a country beat And it sounded like Met up with some friends outside of town We were headed towards
over Oh, man, they were just goin' nuts! They were tearin' me apart! You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head
and tile and chrome. and they would stay inside for hours, while the rain dripped down the tower, sitting on a bench around its base. But this time
a fact that when you see us in person, think we won't flex or show you no action. Down for mine. Got to show a busta time to time, so I figure I'
fact that when you see us in person Think we gon' flex or show you no action Down for mine, gotta show a nigga time to time So I figure I'll slow down
wid six dogs That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess
the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate Nine, ten, we're out to kill again Straight from the burning flames
peace That was 1996, we back in the mix I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit But everything started changin', business rearrangin' Then the time
mean you?ve died out of my life I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas I don't know that who?d ya think you
, so lately I can handle my shady, kill 'em, but we think I'm a bomb again, no leavin' as they put me in prison and give me time, I'm ready for the gun