play [Talking:] This is my will... This is my will... Telling ya'll how I feel... My nigga I just keep it real Free My nigga Dev, my nigga Kenny Boy, D
They ain't no stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
boat shoes, Now I won't lose, welcome to the old school bitch [Chorus:] Now my clothes look cleaner, And my kicks look fly, We be buyin more reefer so my
the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East! [Professor X]
Don't need no more blood on my conscious Cause even though I'm a soldier, I feel pain Got a nigga paranoid around partnas, I feel strange Watching my back, cocking my
I'm pimping my pen But my immediate surrounders got me living in sin I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink Using my focus choking smash on
and 2 But fuck the streets jesus our praises due to you only if they knew, this is my life [Chorus] This is my liiiiiiiiife Surviving in the struggle, living so shife This is my liiiiiiiiife When will
being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry They're relocating to the cemetary Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried The question is will
the Mac." I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin' Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'. From out the window of my drop top I got my glock cocked
the bodies kitted Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat My
singin' a song "Why'd they have to send my baby home?" F**kin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game now my son on the throne I am
t be saved. I'm buckin', my nigga reinforcements comin' fast. Gave Rip the MAC-10, so we let them gun-gun blast on they ass. We rippin' chests' through vests, MAC
up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
kiss my black ass [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Nah, Em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts, My bullet wounds, my beauty marks,
way still tellin ucks-lay, icks-bay my ick-day excuses my ick-pay ademlay uck-fay ick pay. (50 cent) Chorus 1 this rap game this rap game i aint selling my
do things My thing - hot like blue flame Flame- the fireman put it out She hot- the fireman put her out All she gotta do is call up emergency And I will be on my
in dat Range truck Timmy got me fuckin? blinged up Last year I was broke now my wings up I put dat work in Nigga you not my bredren 44 Mac when I?m
singin' a song "Why'd they have to send my baby home?" Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long Been a g in the game now my son on the throne [Lil Wayne