Lirieke:
T S O L Revenge

games come and go On people's fears for revenge, my best friend Revenge, my best friend Too many funerals there's too many tears Your mamas crying and you don't even hear She live in L

this ain't Rakim or Eric B It's the B-L-A-Z-E Microphone and weed fiend Down with Nicotine And my homie M-O-N-O Wrap you with Cellophane And I cut the

hoe ass block busters That's me an Herb talking outside of Denny's Smoking a beedie sittin' in my Cutlass It's only a handful of them suck L's, I can

sacred territory, It was all done for the glory, You bitches ain't got nothin' for me O-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, D Live the life of

, punk motherfuckers But I'ma keep it real, cause me and you is brothers It'll happen so fast boy you won't stand a chance Cause the L.O.D. put in work

of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother

out What up 50? Let?s talk it out But until we talk it out [Chorus x2] Don?t Don?t End Up dead Nigga Don?t Don?t up Dead [Verse 3] I remember when

t be true Im cryin vengeance for revenge look what I do Called up my Mossie told my niggaz to be on alert Heard it was some player hating O.G's out there

lies that's why you keep moving we won't come after you we'd only end up provin in the end revenge send ends to the defendant I know that statement's