YOU GIVE, YOU GIVE ME ? NO SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF. YOU MADE A GRAVEYARD OF THE PLACES I CUT MY TEETH. YOUNG MEN I THINK WE HAVE BEEN CHEATED. THESE
and shot But see the pain is in my brain, hitting like a stash spot My life, my life, full of drama and bullshit We burn this out of my foes pull quick, where the love
I'm figgering that hoe, and she call me hurt Whatever take yourself, or the blood gon squirt Give me my money for shots or first When I lick my shots
your ass, mob deep with ski masks Busting shots on the road trying to make your car crash, this is my life (Chorus - 2x) [Z-Ro] These boys be telling me they got love
the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring
fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines go baya baya when I shoot 'em Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em Now the
the big pussy throw down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots
fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money
the clouds hopin', smokin' dope It's like a Shermine brothers think they learned to fly But they burn little suckers you deserve to die Talkin' about you gettin' money
life movin to fast to stop and pray See every now and then I smile just not today In my hood they let the choppers spray Somebody probably got shot today
niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines An old timer schooled me don't burn bridges my
but ma wrist on freeze I'll risk it all for da love uh da doe So ma mother can go where she ain't gotta hear shots We shed enough tear drops Ah gotta
we starved, it's my turn Shit, I done felt how a slug burned, I still won't learn Niggas in the 'hood a-tell ya "50 crazy" I had your moms screamin' "They done shot
naw pimpin we straight What it do, the bets back, the checks fat, the track tight We funna cook a fresh batch Money maker, you makin money, then show
Ace double-o D, the protigy Tell em they can follow me, only cabbage and celery Gettin money heavily, smokin up on that privately Ain't no vegitarians, play with me and you burn
