remedy I came out hungry to be me Every nothing is for free Life is expensive with no salary Yeah Can?t hold a stray dog on a leash So let your wild blood
Baby you thug right? A slug might, open your mug like I'm checking your blood type The drug life We hop on a Rolls Shopping for clothes Rocking our foes
block the PRESIDENT DID NOT CAMPAIGN ON Where the dollar that the working poor slave for is made on Where hustlers stretch the yay long And hustle hard for
praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for
m making niggas blow trials even if they not guilty [Styles] I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs Green back for drugs get waxed for the
I'm smokin' Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie wit' the H-shot fifth Wit' the extra clip for that extra shit Don't you know that killin' is thrillin' All the blood
your doors Niggas can't stop this war I show you faggots what the Swatch is for Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for Read the paper, '
ponyboy I'm aceyaloney boy and I transcend with both hands in? And I transfer the answer from within And I strain and I gain the strength to bust a blood
deadly smog I can tell by the howl of the stray dog The air is calm, the streets are so still When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill Broken neck
for I've chosen to leave For I am so heavy here Take me away from here I am not equipped for such strain Take away the fear How do you prepare for the
have to drink cyanide, I'm gonna be right by ya side If we gotta take that riot ride, on the enemy and defy your side Fight for the place we're building, for
gonna come back She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) Yo, I saw the woman I love colored in blood War is hell, I cut
been about 5 minutes Shoulda stayed my *** at home It's too late now I'm already in it What's the worse *** seen Blood on the floor, blood on the wall
I got drama Got two strike dog and five baby mamas With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin' To keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood
Chyna Whyte] It's one time for my soldiers on the front line Strapped with AKs, and car bombs With K-nine blood lines It's one time for my killers on
blades Your blood is surging Runaway From the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the salvation
With the radio on In the parking lot Lily heard a sound While they were going down Someone on el camino had been shot Carmelita stared She really cared for
along Watching for you down the road So come home running His arms are open wide His name is Jesus And He understands He is the answer You are looking for