I'm Insane Come On Look Into My Face Yeah See Me Smile I Like Inflicting Pain I Am Insane! I Am Insane! Running Wild a?? Collecting Lives a?? I Got A Passion For The Kill
yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black
thrill me Said the niggaz I killed is out to kill me Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke The other
Hope God forgive me for the sins that I'm about to commit Don't wanna get by, I wanna excel I know life is like the crossroads for heaven and hell Right
your roof top for when the copters pass Gang bangers don't carry no switch blades Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade Thirty-seven killed last week
plans for the night This girl tried to kill me, she didn't use a bomb or a gun This girl tried to kill me, homeboys, watch out for this one This girl
pass the patron We shining hard up in this mother fuck So hit the lights lights lights So hit the lights lights lights Baby hold it And let me holla on this remix for
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo Here I come from the housin' tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects
about When we say this There's too many starvin' children If ya don't know what we're killing each other And We just ain't got time for ya brother No
up for ya Take a bullet by my side for ya Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me You're my Bonnie
I wonder? I probably should before it kills me, I know, but My passions won't unleash and release me, I'm so stuck Forgive me Lord, but now I'm tryna to get right for
is plastic I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass Slowin' me down gets you blasted For your chunk, I'll trunk your folks It ain't shit for mac to
love for the game Shit'll never be the same I'll never lose my love for the streets The streets got love for me Might of lost my love for the game Niggaz
my peers Tryin' to hold on to couple more years Tryin' not to get blown away Keep my eye out for jakes, ears to the streets Other eye out for snakes
Grove, Grove St., Flocka I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying It's a party, it
that Not because I have to we want to I love this shit The raw is what I live for To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more To see the niggas that
(LiL Wayne) shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off i pop like a soda watch the can fall off i can kill
Money", "Player's Anthem" Don't forget, "One More Chance" and my other hits, other shit Niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually In and out like fuckin' rapidly, pass
