thousand prayers for you To hear this message That I'm trying to get through [4x] When it ends you'll be dead to my eyes [Chorus] [4x] When it ends you'll be dead
prayers for you To hear this message That I'm trying to get through [4x] When it ends you'll be dead to my eyes [Chorus] [4x] When it ends you'll be dead
and de music and right on de ? EASE UP and come again my selector All over de world is only for pain an' sufferin That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come
national debt We launder money through the S and L's and pro-ball teams Ain't no business untouched when it comes to cream Documents forged from my hitters from Jamaica In and
side and I can't escape Some say it's a phase If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is If I play with my gauge It's a raid, put your face to pave If
, and I flees the scene clean And I'm out to fade 'em Hey, and I'm out for money, gauged 'em Better pray to save 'em, but it won't any good, now Bang
proper big tilt 'n' a fly big benz i make ends spend my dough oh no fo thats how it is and thats how it go act like you know when i creep real slow
prision and a few dead friends Was the streets way of showin' me two dead ends Then the beats got to showin' me you can make ends Goin' hard in the pank when
and then some Ready to leave your gums numb Listenin? to you is like wack sex A premature ejaculation A quickie, that gets me stressed You?re doin? it but it
and you try to get some wrack and be a drug lord Now stackin on my ends makin little dividends thinkin can I get away Lookin up to the gang bangers and
straight thuggin' it up C'mon Compton Somebody say West side! Somebody say Geah We straight thuggin' it up C'mon Straight thuggin' it up C'mon geah Straight thuggin' it
And you're better off and farming on a farm picking cotton They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya They get paid like quick fast and that
truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab And tryin' to hook up with the hookers Who was quick
proper big tilt 'n a fly big Benz I make ends Spend my dough, oh no fo That's how it is and that's how it go Act like you know when I creep real slow
with no patience So in a minute that's when you lie dead, from the Buckshot through your chest, bullets Fled ripping and stripping and home again and