I lived for your attentions but you don't care about me. I was a child and feel a son of "Sir Nobody". I'm trying to forget?now I'm trying to forget.
stokes, only thing you could do, was go in the house and you know take a shower couple times a day, so....i'll never forget i was like 7 years old, I
(feat. Billy Cook) [Intro:] Screwed up click for life Z-Ro tha crooked aka tha king of the ghetto but ya'll can call me rotha vandross this year yo ya
Ya call yourself a hustler Thirty-years-old and still try'na move a fifty pack Little Honda Civic with big speakers in the back Me I'm still a hustler
) Go (We're on my motherfucking block) [Verse 1] They got a nigga, shedding tears Reminiscing on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year
makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. [Verse 1:] When I first jumped in the game I was 7 years old, Drop a
the way) [Verse 3: Layzie] Now nigga we did we went and we got We did it alone by ourselves Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
My *CL* so *Smooth*, it should of came with Pete Rock And lets not forget who made me hot It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot. You want credit, forget
n-ggas 'memba me, How you forget, back to johnnys album cover, Red and blue Gucci sh-t, Ain't nothing changed but the year it is, I think I have to send
me [Chorus: scratched 4X] "Big up Boston!" "No one shows pity" [Tha Trademarc] Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah 6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-
methods and that to fight the establishment with their own weapons is no good, because they always win and they'd been winning for thousands of years
years I'm thinkin cool I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid Usin these rhymes I've been writin since in the 7th grade Our team played,
heals up and (shout) Throw my hands up and (shout) Throw my head back and (shout) Come on now (shout) Don't forget to say you will (shout) Don't forget
can see CHORUS: Ooh, little darlin', if U're free 4 a couple o' hours (Free 4 a couple o' hours) If U ain't busy 4 the next 7 years (Next 7 years)
with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came
love and what had come before Our hands were pressed against the day That one of us would want to run away As separate as black from blue And easy as a hundred years
