ammunition and funds Mink roc a wear and some guns Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo packs and Bo Jackson And air maxes, throw back some ones, no max
, will I be poor and broke? Tell me, Lord, will I be dealin' dope? I wanna take my momma to the Poconos Goodbyes, but only Lord knows To all the love ones
a dead scene Product of a white dream I am not the singer that you wanted but a dancer I refuse to answer Talk about the past and rooting for the ones
human mind Damnation as their load In the mud in coldness dark He'd shiver out his fear What disappointing sights he'd seen Instead of ones so dear Instead of ones
MP3 * Falling o Lyrics From the city to the world below From the strangers to the ones I know
tint ridin' like what the fuck is an indictment? Spend ten thou' for excitement that's how the day goes that's How the niqhts went, Louis bags, Balenciagas the ones
Aha, it's dead real Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt And why them dudes ain't ridin' if
kin Never ever seen What their future might have been The hat lamps burned with a flame like lightning The coal dust blanketed the morning dew The young ones
hot sun outside the castle walls and ones ignorant of all facts plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches. (bring out your dead) and the bell
on wax Rockin brims that hang low, frames sweeter than a mango Flame actin like a lame though, how your game go Fine, exercise mind play the train yo Aiyyo you dead
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch! Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit Nah, Biggie wrote
park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers Hollow tip, lead busters there's no Heaven or hell Dead is dead, fuckers and
are buzzing ?round my head Vultures circling the dead Picking up every last crumb The big fish eat the little ones The big fish eat the little ones Not
scentless and dead So soon may I follow when friendships decay And from love's shining circle, the gems drop away When true hearts lie withered and fond ones
At the parish church at Cluney Just a mile from Spancill Hill I went to see my neighbors To hear what they might say The old ones were all dead and
't call yourself hollarin' at my girl I keep her in Louboutin, Louie Vuitton Gucci down to her feet, yup, just like me I'm the one with them ones Fuck
i did when i heard was call puff, cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us, who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and Mike Jackson
