Hit the target like a thousand tons, You can?t prepare yourself, For what is yet to come, The hardest lesson is the one you learn too late It?s the
see me deceased On top of that, when you balling you got too many friends If it ain't no cheese they leave damn, was it me or my ends Even women be getting
caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds
(feat. E-40) (Anyway, it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?) [E-40:] Our age, five-years
and the gats to the side Cause this track's got a vibe to chill to Enjoy life for 5 minutes, man it's not gon' kill you It's okay to be hard and stay
what's theirs is yours and what's yours is theirs I can't explain it no better that's just how it goes Real friends can't be bought it's got to come from
name on shit, make my name taste like ass when you speak it, see me in the street your jewelry you can keep it, that be our little secret See me, B that
do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin Keepin it real'll kill you if you end up lettin it Ain't it blowin your mind how the game all in line
makes life less hard No matter where you are it can happen to anybody Its how it was when i came up And now i talk about it LBC city of music G-funk you
[Verse1:] Okaay And they say don't say it less you mean it Back when I was young I say I will be the one People say they couldn't see it But on the other
heed If your ass want to breathe Fuck how it started nigga this is where it ends And since we could never be friends [Chorus: Vocal Sample] Its like you better let it
funky songs But the formulas patented, we ain't havin' it Game is all we spit, keep on mackin', bitch You can't make it hard Can't tell a motherfucker how
city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn town to get killed It's all about
hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening I wonder how you continue to be grieving Your meal is made and it
left Teardrops and closed caskets Throw it up fool, hey nigga Tell me how you feel homie Yeah It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it
It's too hot,s burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out It must be, real hard for ya'll to listen And it's sad, niggas is too broke to pay attention
