dead Thin C in this bitch, puttin lame niggaz to bed You catchin hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you said The game goes wrong when you're snitchin
don't wanna blow it But unemployed for all the little girls and boys You got to love your mom and daddy And make them wonder why you give them ploys
in a closed top coffin You still talking, like you the old G When you was locked down though, you was low key The niggas told me they had you in Sig
in a closed top coffin. You still talking, like you the old G, when you was locked down thou you was low key. The niggas told me they had you in Sig,
now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this, c'mon Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon Do you know that you ready for this, huh We gonna see
-guessin' Beans 'Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an I guess you all on your din and I ain't on
's to those that are dead and gone The friends that I loved dear And here's to you then I'll bid you adieu Saying Donegal Danny's been here me boys Donegal
Let's be serious dead serious if you with cops how you letting your 9 off Jadakiss: Yo you got a hole in you you bleeding so it's not like i'm just calling you
on some silly shit, Look how good it is, That show you who you dealing with, Ya'll illy, Im Iller, Im from Illinois, The big sean, why dont you call
damn CHILD, I mean it's drastic You end up on a stretched cause I stretch you like Plastikman Fuck with me ("you end up the in the cas-ket") You flow
s busted Bust it out, chant chant Common Sense you know is running things Let's show you we know you run it down You ain't seeing us though we running things Yeah, you
rain for you So tired, I'm picking skin Just 'cause it's something to do Poor girls and sad boys Dull roads to anywhere Bad sex and ethanol High scores on
on posters, too many choices If, when or why, what? How much have you got? Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often? Which do you choose, a hard
diamond on a Christmas Tree Can't you see? Come on Makes no difference what they say We're going on a holiday Makes no difference what they say We're going on
ones below Bitches fuck you star hoes, my hoes run out Department stores with alarms and bar codes on Think you catchin' me and my bitch? You dead wrong
To get every boys on the brother Tim? Why you fuckin' with him? He gone have you shame of yourself Out on a limb, too far to call help I ain't hatin' on
nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you -
and nothin' else You come out here, you better watch yourself 'Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead You