Letras:
D R I On My Way Home

dying And for the first time, I realized My sergeant lied! On my way home in a body bag A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag I was seeing green, seeing

were dying And for the first time, I realized My sergeant lied! On my way home in a body bag A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag I was seeing green,

409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I save my

we touchdown From my arrival until my departure Guarantee I put this D I C K in somebody daughter, aye I still have my way with the ladies across the

so I'm bumping a little spinners While I'm Smokin on A B Dippin' through the streets Bumpin' R and B And I got to leave On the 23's And I do it When

my closet (I do) I'm Feeling like Biggie got some Coogie in my closet (say what?) gotta a zoo all in my closet yes I do yes I do I got some gators buffalo

though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove

futures, I'm steppin to fuse? ya Sun rises my subconsciousness culminates constant Live to see various i-de-ologies, angles like isosceles read my auto-b-i

benny whipper What else nigga? A weed head slash henny sipper no I'm not ballin' I'm tryna' get it how I live and how I live is how I get that shit I