all about? How many bitches can I fuck until I get out How many Ki's can I cut, guns can I bust Wigs can I push, spots can I juck Every single one, '
a mill', say your wounds won't heal I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, y'all know what time it is man "Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
says it's time to rest Bein' chased by the devil tryin' to take my breath Ain't a place on the Earth that you can't get touched If I get bucked let my
Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon my body Don't help heal up the scar, so baby don't cry 'Cause mob niggaz don't die Mob niggaz ain't go'
I never said anything, I never take anything back Well, you kinda heard me speaking "You ain't a crisp like Snoop, you ain't a blood like Game" And I
to heal the wrong Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die I can't throw up don't think i even want to try You still can't make me cry You've pinned this
, it ain't no love lost But little kids, it ain't no Santa Claus But remember, brothers and sisters You can still stand tall, stand up Just be thankful, yeah For
soul This no type of fire that nobody can control But when I'm up on the mic, I got the mind overloaded They never test me just because they don't rock
nothing to say I ain't said before I bled all I can, I won't bleed no more I don't need no one to understand Why the blood run hold the hired hand On
mend me Christ? Won't you touch, will you heal me Christ? Will you kiss, you can cure me Christ Won't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ? See my eyes, I can
Can't get away cause I'm in too deep Running the street with heats Never nigga can hang You might as well get up and bitch defeat If a nigga don't know
is my world This is a woman's world For this man's girl There ain't a woman in this world Not a woman or a girl That can't deliver love In a man's world
Bad, bad, bad blood Don't be bringin' me down Bad blood Can't put me in the ground Bad blood Bitch you're not killin' me Bad blood No other way it's
healed and that blood, it still seeps Are you scared of your life? Are you scared of your death? Though that day will arrive, well, it hasn't come yet For
in my bedroom overlooking Findhorn Bay Cluny Hill ion the distance summer on the way Blue skies and sailing boats like a picture in a book I can't believe
in my bedroom Overlooking Findhorn Bay Cluny Hill in the distance Summer on the way Blue skies and sailing boats Like a picture in a book I can't believe
don't wanna pay This is not a life. Pass the plate Watch the blood drip from your hands! Brainwashed victims talk to God for a nominal fee. Drop a coin in the can