She was my life My essence Taught her to obey the cross The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost And the Good Book And your type She became his virgin prize Dead
And not be a fool that buys a history book Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my hits And that two-fifth click to my tits And playgirl's gonna rip
nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
't let me die this time Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper Our Father who art in Heaven
[Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 1 - Immortal Technique] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million
warm my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank My girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my drank It's fucked up, all my friends is dead or in the pen Seem
fine fanny, I miss my mammy And you could ask my uncle Randy I'm grateful for my granny nanny, that's my mother's mammy Two tittle brothers with different fathers
the fuck you at? (Tical) Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Shut the fuck up) I'm pluggin' in them social skills That keep my total bills over a million
blow ya father way Just to make you go, farther away 'cause in my hood, you try to floss fresher than Manny You be sweet Vicks like the cough medicine candy You mad my
, a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind Walkin' the line like cash, I'm on my mash Two hundred
of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler Who might struggle ya, my shit's wild like that There's 8 million ways to stretch words around beats And 6 million
'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons,
funds I switch the essence when I found Out my girl was not a blesson Hatred seeps in she sleeps in my Man draws what's wrong? I'm taking Life long leaps my
give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa Complete my mission my competition
is it by design? That I'm trapped in time sand Show radio mission control but for my rhymes Man 'cause I can like aluminum And I recycle my consciousness
a dime again Green ferrari looking like a heinekin You rapping bout your chain is making me want it If they make a million dolla bill my face should