me when I was young. "Son, your life's an open book. Don't close it until it's done." "Life is something to be cherished." That's one thing I heard
be another story to tell I'm getting to the door I can tell I'm just waiting on the day till the glory prevails [Chorus] [Verse 2: T.I.] All I know
But I gotta go and spend it Man, I been a bad little jew But I gotta pay the bills now So I gotta chill out I ain't walkin round like I'm splurging with
but I gotta go and spend it Man, I been a bad little jew but I gotta pay the bills now so I gotta chill out I ain't walkin round like I'm splurging wit
i'll go somewhere else i'll move to the couch it's darker in the dark it's darker in the day i forgot you were a liar now it's five to twelve shut up
I ain't got no home Penitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stones I wanna live my life, but my life ain't worth the living Cause while I
(*Billy Cook vocalizing through song*) [Z-Ro] I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the
It feel like it's forever riding on our shoulders [Trae] Why did I have to say goodbye, this life the best here, kneel down and I cry I can't lie heavenly
hating me I wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still here I've been waiting patiently I wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still
with louds, I'm gone work on they jaws Putting snitches in ditches cause I know they be talking bout Every move that I make, that's why I be solo when I
giving me another reason to blaze the weed And I don't want to do another killing, another bid They've been trying to give me the crack since I was a
Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed
Right' Don't give the fight if you help me almight I think there's no time for no childs' play In the playground or perhaps another day 'Cause I in effect 'cause I
run and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or
One: 2Pac, Snoop] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P,
Syke do it to you Guess who's back? [Syke] I got ki's, comin from overseas Cost a nigga two hundred G's I'm a street comando, Nino for example This
. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz. I hate to stip let my music bump, Drinkin' liquor, and
