usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black
wonder) Wyclef and Mary J. Blige I'm feelin' you, girl I understand And you're doin', what you're doin', would you do it And do it and do it and do
When I've drawn my last breath? Besides the folks I've met And the folks who've known me Will I discover a soul-saving love? Or just the dirt above and
Mr. Faded Glory? Say he who rides a pony must someday fall I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it And if you make it death well
die? I'll say one thing is it leaves me with a bitter taste Love kills, love kills, love kills Love kills, love kills, love kills Love kills, love kills, love
and we rollin' on that ecstasy I feel so zigidy, zigidy, zigidy and we rollin' on that ecstasy And we rollin' on that ecstasy and we rollin' on that ecstasy And
About precision timing and vision, get up and go and don't turn back If you, ah, soldier and you know it hold ya head up high And keep stompin' in yo
down Girl, I know you've been through pain And that you're used to game But you know I'm not the same So come on and ride with me And girl, if you
I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick Because we livin' in a concentration set And everyday, we face to face with death I seen my homies go and come And
pop these niggas and they drop I'm screamin more and more and more war Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war) I'm screamin more and more and
place, started off in math class early that day. Hey! Its high school, and everybodys tryin to earn a rep and he gone gun shot a homie to death. The
it, gon' take some time to getting used to And satan I know that your listening but I rebuke you And refuse to let you capture me and kill my will Just
it [guns] waking up every forty minutes [dun] Soaking wet dripped to death in it On top of rules big barells and tools get tested And hittin off makes
and pad and get right back Write some more poems to ya ass and get back on track I ain't got no problem tellin' you I love you to death And I'm whipped and
Victoria Secret Going diamond lovely, and sell it on weekends You used to say, never give the dick away And if I did me and that bitch just disappear away Brown Traps I love
war How we came a long way in solidarity Don?t let nothing try to spoil this day To Run, D and Jay is love and my thugs salute 'Cause real love is the
Now just because your pretty, and you think you're mighty wise You tell me that you love me, then you roll those big brown eyes When I saw you last week
He got my blood and my heart in his chest Needless to say man I love him to death Teach him if he disrespect me, I'm a love him till death Left to go