It was Hard To Organize the Peace When Everyone Raised their Arms To Kill The Son It was Hard To be Transparent like Trees With Feet and Hands Bound to
It was Hard To Organize the Peace When Everyone Raised their Arms To Kill The Son It was Hard To be Transparent like Trees With Feet and Hands Bound
would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word
him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing
like me, him and wild wifey was wit 'em You heard of us, the murderers, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me, the son of Satan They say my killing
on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's deep inside it's killing me but soon its gon be killing
would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word
? That ain't get that break Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly? Why is rattin' at an all time high? Why are you even alive? Why they kill
time the story begun That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill" Ay yo son, ay yo son, you
di di da da dom Now Norman's a billionare scientist Who never had time for his son But then something went screwy and before you knew he Was trying to kill
Layzie] Now see I'm cockrrring up my nine I'm poprrring in the clip and cap And let you know what's really happening With that son of an assassin (son
mom and girl talkin, holdin on to brad's kids I look into the box g Son of a bitch! I don't believe it, that's me! Momma kissed me on my head Aww shit
never snitch, like some of my homies G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. Tony Before I have the police run in ya house I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun
diamonds on your neck like you was my little girl Put money in your pocket like you was my son Su Food in your stomach like you was my son Pooh The
couple rappers that's kissing (bitches) It's a lot rappers thats tripping, talking about they have bricks and never been in a kitchen (never) Me killing
fly with ya Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya I shine You shine Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost Or the kiss
ayo your lil' house party was cute and shit i shoulda came there with a suit and shit, you lil' industry bitch(Haha) "they dont know kiss in Africa."
shorty help me (come on) Help me (please) don't blow my high, cause I'm too horny She giggles and gives a horny smile... so i take advantage Kisses
