You will forever rest You will never see heaven I'm the one to set you free I release you from this life you live I seal your destiny And you will
ya So you know when you fuckin with me Right, right You fuckin wit Oh oh, what are ya doin now? Told y'all niggaz Ya just don't listen Why must you be
shrimp at Belonte's Every time you see me I'm connected to a dime piece I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll
his grave, laughed, jumped in my stretch Signed his bitch an autograph Syndicate boy, I don't fool out You're full grown, school's out You try to diss? I think you
or fiction? You'll never know While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow Once I lock you up, you can't get loose You stuck your head inside
Shipped us all over here in locks and chains Split us up twistin' up a nigga's brain Now you keep me in constant sweat But I'm a nigga that you'll never
out what you wanna do You out thinkin? you grown you got a lot to prove Ain?t nuttin? free in this world You gotta take it fool, you wanna roll Good here?s a 22 You see
the end I see you in the evening Sitting on your throne You're praying with a fireball And post it up against the wall I just wanna hold you Take you
never and Better without you This is your future as I see it You will be homeless, old, and broken She will have left you when she finds out who you
in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplyin' and I pray to God we never die If I ever die, never let it be said I didn't win Never, never say Never say
in ch-chest Call for blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you fucked when You get on a strecher 'cause I'll come in to ICU To see you off to heaven
was the third of September That day I'll always remember, yes I will 'Cause that was the day that my daddy died I never got a chance to see him Never
We think you're just a shit Nobody cares if you're in or you're out We're gonna give you a smack in the mouth Whether you go or whether you stay I guess
ready for Christmas Day But when Christmas come Nobody knows where you'll be You might ask me I may be layin' in some lonesome grave Getting ready for
'm from beggars eat cat chowder Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll
If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal mass and then pass wit' tha very blast It ain't innocent, you should never been there in tha first place, fall, you
