pride to the grave Won't feel sorry now that you're gone Just a memory distant and vague I do what I can to keep it that way I am now the bastard son
your pride to the grave Won't feel sorry now that you're gone Just a memory distant and vague I do what I can to keep it that way I am now the bastard
beat, you know that we Gs You see all the crowns, you know that we kings, you notice the rings Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah And you know
its peaceful, down there were they lay 'em When someone you loved, who put you up from the start Built you up and made you into who you are Who always believed, saying that you
you wanna make me feel like that.. cant go on living with out you.. all the times I said that I doubt you.. be there.. I swear.. and you mean everything.. you
Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt
you smell that? What's that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that you
you smell that? What's that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that
Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time and talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch Now you know that we ain't into that rappin back
what you gonna do, what you gonna do? (do, do, heee heee!) When the new world order come for you. (for you, for you, ahh!, ahh!) All you can do, what
, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you go to sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I
know how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me The first two letters you were tellin' me shit Like you respect
if you came out my asscrack" Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade Ain't
right, that pass my left ear Your style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year (you're GONE) Fear this veneer, you get stung like virgins Who that cat
a trick that didn't even care Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga)
But you're not the first or the last You're nothin but a short story from the past You're dead now, not number one but a zero Take notes from Eazy-E,
something more stimulating when you're there gyrating With a girl that your mates been dating Little taste from the bowl of forbiddenness food And your mates still your mate coz you
