Her friends was right tho, she gonna be pitchin' some crack I'm a true champ, you glance, 4 door, 2 tramps Fuck my money honey, bring your food stamps
slums, the ghetto That's home to me, everynight my girl crying to come home with me No, come home with me where there so many cops The block is boiling and the food
red lasers Now fair warning, short shots won't graze ya We hug corners, play blocks like gators With bundles on, serve tre's like waiters It's the life
' about what's goin' on with me And trapped in this thug life, tryin' to break free But this thug life just keeps callin' me I'm livin' life way too
10 ?10 ki's in his grandma den The back door finna get kicked in It's another way we can get in Cut the roof cause it's made out of tin 4 niggaz jumpin
follow the hearse Check the verse situation end up worse As I release the heat on my [unverified] that's cursed Back up, bitch, my shit spits down 4
We have gone for redundance sequencer start T minus 20 seconds and counting T minus 15, 14, 13 T minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 [Incomprehensible] 93 million
a run up and down And a run fi dem life And a run down this month rent Nutin' nah gwan a yard And food deh a road Then man hafi go touch pavement
football I was too small. Yhey say I could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall. They say I could'ntplay baseball at all. And now everyday of my life I
Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. x4 Haha, Yo you see they probably wonder why I dont smile Cuz this cats need to
You kno the finer things in life, ya know, sometimes u gotta kick back N enjoy that shit, look, just relax, (roll that sticky up) summer time bitch i
boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude Puts bubblegum in my food She's funny, wants my money, calls me, "Honey" Now I gotta friend who spends his life
grave and laid down again I refuse to go back to no dough again I'd rather go to my young boy that grow dro again Then make a young boy strip wit the 4-4
the porche no pants and stuff fealin like a filthy rich drug traffica see cant nobody get me shit i got my ass on that interstae made sure my mama had food
long will he struggle I gotta grind jus to eat now I gotta eat jus a lil now So I gotta live my life this way [Verse 1:] I stretched and yawned 4 years
Aw man! Put that ol' dumb horn down Hey, Jazzy, Jazzy Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like He-he-ha! 1 2 3 4 Now that's a record! Now
If you look in my eyes, oh, ooh yeah This is the greatest story never told The life and times, seventh episode Based on a dad that I've never known Mama
give up the car keys this very night Damn, hit it 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Flash forward, 2045 What did you stand for in the life of your prime When faced with