to I know everything you want to hear So now I have the chance To say what's on my mind I know it doesn't mean much But it's still one of a kind See
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want to I know everything you want to hear So now I have the chance To say what's on my mind I know it doesn't mean much But it's still one of a kind
shed blood, gotta leave this world with somethin, a realer nigga for more than I can handle, the trust was asked so that's for a mack, got caught up in a
's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends
Nigga fuck the cop and the warrant You get a chance, poppin', informing All I need is a glock and I'm touring Hit every hole in the wall, have me a
I stay on my own street they might steer me wrong (girls all pause) [Roscoe] She say I'm young, but I'm cute The kind of guy she likes, in room 802444
a crack head for a five dollar quick job In the ghettos this stuff you have to find A beer will relax my mind but I still pack my nine 'Cause I'm aware
ya'll Weak rhymes, same topics This one's for the streets, for the projects For my g's with the weed in the apartments For my dogs in the law hit with
in the jag and dip Nag a bitch and flag a ship Over there like a bag of chips Whodini and genie out of a bikini that's a magic trick Abra Kadabra, I
I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky I get blasted off the liquor, sell drugs, carry a 5th F**k with my dogs, till they put me in a morgue
ridein the , yah yah its like that no one one cares cmon here we go... (clue)why do i give a danm when the streets rollin back now why do you give a
resting alone Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone Me without you is like a stickman without a
beat the rap With a payoff, cop gotta lay off, FBI on my dick, stay off I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
ain't nuthin but a part of the game They got us real fucked up Ain't nuthin but a part of the game, deal wit it [Napoleon] Life -- is a hustle, I got
your evil one You go to places, mostly to your rubber room You've got two faces; I've barely seen the kind one You go to places; the second one is your
is dry!" E: "Dogs gotta walk and birds gotta fly!" B: "It's a great kind of game to play with a friend!" E: "And now old buddy we've come to the end
tha hood, I hope he got an A-K He crossed tha line, nigga dropped a dime Then he ran to those white folks, sayin' I tried I Stunna one of a kind you
