You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees 1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind My Momma
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, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven-sent and you
seen it would thrill nigg If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized
to you It's plain to me, I'm here with you Let's give them what they came to see Yow, yow, aiiyo We exceptional congressional It's best that you bester
tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it,
I heard you say you said I was a dead man, bitch Life betters I'll put you right into gun point, you snitch Now I know your plans are rolling on me,
have I'm a star on the wall's my autograph You don't like it, so you know where you can go 'Cause the streets are my stage and terror's my show Psycho
flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge And you love the game,that's why you boast Because you're high priced,high speed.high post You're a high roller The high
own personal hell No matter how high I climbed, somehow I always fell I guess a lot of players got this story to tell No matter how cold you roll, you
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief Now you
represent, what you say you are, that's a star Feds got a homin' device on your car That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado Birds you had, 12
'm talkin' to you Flexin' hardcore, what could you do? When we roll up you send your girl up to the crib, oh Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo Stompin' you
You go in, you reach the other two before you know What happen to you game's over dude On the next page, they got power in effect While you two rednecks
South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down I used to sling enough water, you could float a boat You could ski on the mountains of fuckin' coke But
'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First
please, if you ever, ever feel Like you're nothing you are perfect to me You're so mean when you talk About yourself, you are wrong Change the voices
