rocks You never did blend in with the big shots On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at, nigga wishin' they were this hot Guess they mad at
livin' my life (Hey) My life (Oh) My life (Hey) My life (Oh) Just livin' my life (Hey) My life (Oh) My life (Hey) My life (Oh) Just livin' my life
Snoopy, it's what they say as if they knew me Groupie on my head like a koofie My nigga kid Cudi, that's my little buddy Calls some hoes up and get some
m back for revenge I lost a battle that ain't happening again I'm at your throat like strep I step, strapped with a pen Metaphors wrote on my hand Someone distorted my
even relax in my room That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my *** getting brown paper bag money This for my trippers
Running with the street lights Laughing at the grave He swears he's gonna give it up It's never gonna be enough I just wanna be there When you're all
my broken mind So tie me to a post and block my ears I can see widows and orphans through my tears I know my call despite my faults And despite my growing
put my name on them Me and Jon's like the Lakers Going for three rings in the game on them We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda And I got my own lable so
ol' school, 'cuz I'm feelin' real cool Yeah, I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin' Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock Reppin' my
alot My thoughts they are twisted, my tentacles are all in a knot I don't even have the strength to get up and take another shot. Now my best friend, my
the way I wear my hair Make me a better person? Does the way I wear my hair Make me a better friend? Does the way I wear my hair Determine my integrity
still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn You must not have got 'em It probably was a problem At the post
's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you
Converse, that's my word I feel like a Black Republican, money keep comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act
popped like a flick by that rivalry click It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt Got your chin touched by my fam
m still at large engaged with my entourage Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge I stepped out the note to post up my guard Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard My
Lay back, lay back (Tank/come on) [1 - Tank] When I walk up in the club (club) All the homies show me love (love) All the ladies posted up (up) Got patron all in my
the time he pulled my pants off And he took those color pictures And posted copies all over town Or the time that he dumped toxic waste on my lawn Or