It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas, salute And shout out to the real bitches, say what I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggas Fre Boosie, real nigga, in the jail standing tall like Shaquile nigga I used to say, I

The time has come to Make a difference Raise our voices So rise up and fight with me Embrace what we have It might be the last time In this life we will rise If we find the strength to unify Rise inside

Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose Kill

You know there's just one thing I need Come on, lift me with the right song The right song There is a clock in mind We running out of time Killing it goes so easily I want to feel him breathe I want his hands on me Just one thing I need, I need, I need,

All in due time, see the world through different eyes. All in due time, the shadows will give way to light. Pacing aimlessly, With my mind in unrest Unsure of what may come. What have I done to bring this down on me? Helpless to make this undone How much

Sing sang sung sing me a song Do did done don't be so down Ring rang rung give me a ring Please please please don't be so long You are such a workaholic boy That you kill everybody's joy Fill your head with some time to lose With some time to lose What

21 Gun Salute I don't need more enemies for friends Tell me how much times can I kill this game for them But I still love these youts Fuck wi' you I put my trust in you Would you share your last bullet with me if there weren't any more gun salutes? Woke

We must walk alone No more time to kill tomorrow The song has born a brand new day Conscience has been cast away Evil has been blessed with prays Heroes end up in disgrace So who will be our savior now That judge your angels to the ground It's a lonely

Where will you go now? Is it true now? Killers done found this touch a long time ago Had to walks hours before I found this new kind of road Had to spend months inside a dark room with my candles blown But I came out with a light that blind at then end

About the time to go in Can’t fuck with us man We the hottest in the game, how I feel You ain’t fuckin' with my team’s how I feel You tell your bitch I call her when I feel Kill you fuck niggas every time I feel like it Living for the knife And I don’t