your skill with mine That would give us a 9.2 Baby styles don't rattle me Beating me in battles is impossible like going to Sunday school on Saturday
(feat. Hostyle) [chorus x2: Lil' 1/2 Dead] it's the 12 pacofdoja I told cha befo' cha here's a litte G throwin boulders from the shoulders [verse:
Everybody knows, it wasn't your time to go [Mr. 3-2] Much love and we'll never forget you, P-A-T Now you in a better place, with G-O-D The deep memories
What, Black Sunday Sunday Going against me, is like a one way one way I live by the gun, and I die by the gun nigga [Hook x2]
the real, when it come to shinin', I'm nothin' nice You'll be blinded, and I know you don't like when I wear ice I know you gon' let me burn, I'm "h" "o
