throats of those who choose to choke... bound by human nature our minds tied to the human world can we not see the madness unfurled? drawn in quarters
raw She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law I put this hollowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw ER
deepens every line on this long face And there?s a map of the world drawn on my mug And I wonder how I ever got here so young A little bit mean and
natural reaction For crack to make it happen Let the pen ink sink Into the paper of the pad Think back When I was younger Ghetto could have took me under Young
HIM GET UP THIS MORNING AT ABOUT QUARTER PAST SIX AND TRY FI GET A BUS FI GO IN A HIM DISTRICT A JOLLY BUS DRAW DOWN IN THE BACK WHERE HIM SIT WHILE
of the blunt, Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump, if its on-first draw thats a nigga wit luck, all niggas playin games start endin em up, cuz your block young
[HOOK] It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap (ay) [5x] I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha
White men can't jump but the work can And this a coupe you can't ride but yo hoe can Two shifts both stoves me and young Streets talkin' this the realest
I got a half a ounce and a 'four to bounce Half a brick to flip, large amount accounts Life as a young nigga with loot don't count Life as a young nigga
m cool like Lou Rawls Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws My flow is like rubbin' two logs Young
keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain They call me 'Sco, short
That my nerve couldn't stop, I tried to run, She yelled out "Freeze" Pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees, ripped of my draws As if she had claws
quarter Yo Where I come from It's just a natural reaction For crack to make it happen Let the pen ink sink Into the paper of the pad Think back When I was younger
all evil entities to exit this body, leave this body In the name of microphone fiends and a young boy's b-boy dreams We draw you to leave this body,
