be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause
began to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all Hard luck and trouble Been my only friend I've been on my own Ever
say grown men don't cry, don't cry I'm sittin' here with my kids and my wife And everything that I hold dear in my life We say grace and thank the Lord
would tell {aint this a bitch} ass niggas scared of jail FED C.O.'s givin me head in my cell makin my bid go easy recieve mail back at my best, skin
me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my
Oh, 1940 to 1992-- Gravedigger When you dig my grave could you make it shallow So that I can feel the rain Grave digger When you dig my grave Could
Gettin' all caught up in a taste test An' it all basically tastes like crap I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin I can pick my own nose and put
this? Digging my own grave. Though it's shallow, I would lie in it. We're down in the basement, in the dark, after we crash your car. Hoping fast that my
and I been wonderin' if I'm ever gon' bubble I'm gettin' caught up in a tussle instead of usin' my muscle When everytime I extend my heart to my mother
And I been wonderin' if I'm ever gon' bubble I'm gettin' caught up in the touch Instead of usin' my muscle And every time I extend my heart to my mother
, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is my home, and I don't trust nann nigga. My mentality
ready to lose and daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie, probably St. Clair babies, so hate me, but I handle my business, so lately I can handle my
your forest to burn it but then it rains It's like Babyface and them Jay We all got lies and R A M, you motherfuckers own they grave We need current
But before I put my trust in a man, I'll just wait Or better yet, I take the journey for myself Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death So when 12
but I just can't get right I lay in bed lookin' up at the ceiling As the fan turns in a circle thinkin' 'bout my evil Seein' end on my TV, bombs in the
I see your picture in my head and my hand shake You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy I got to
same time Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger With a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga Either way the heat is grave, fuck with