May 2011
America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle
I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine, And I'll buck you I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you I want the finer thin
Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze I'll build an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
Many men, want to see the death of me I'm shot in the eyes, homie I can't see They came to a decision, and they all agree To kill me, then take my body and dump me But they ain't gonna do it for free
Komentera ''yoh'' om ni tycker att jag ska färga håret blont som eminem hade! Komentera ''yeah'' om ni tycker att jag ska börja rappa!
Eh nigga, you shot me, nearly in my head, but look at me, I ain't dead But you shot my on my chest, so I see the red Yeah! I see the blood, but I've been prayin' to god But he didn't listen, I've got
Fuck you Isko! Har ont i knytnäven tack vare dig! I drank your pee, but look at me! I ain't cryin', and you can't stop lyin'! You hit me and I hit you back! But now I stand and say fuck that! I don'
I don't really care what you call my homies Fuck them I'm lonely, I'm unholy My life is over, I ain't growing older I'm gonna put this gun against my head Click clack pow, I'm dead Bye, bye, my time t
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