You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomache Everytime I think of you I puke You must just not knoooooowww You may not think you do But you do everytime I think of you I puke
To me How many brothers fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left But life goes on
