AFRAID OF WHAT?S AHEAD A SET OF STANDARDS, YOU WON'T MEASURE UP INTIMIDATION, THEY COULD'VE BEEN SINCERE INTIMIDATION FROM ANOTHER ONE OF OUR PEERS GIVE IT UP
just afraid of what?s ahead a set of standards, you won't measure up intimidation, they could've been sincere intimidation from another one of our peers give it up
afraid of what?s ahead a set of standards, you won't measure up intimidation, they could've been sincere intimidation from another one of our peers give it up
I didn?t mean to end his life I know it wasn?t right I cant even sleep at night Cant get it off my mind I need to get out of sight Before I end up behind
I'm saying, but never no mind (We can have em blog about it) Abosulutely, man, I'll let you guys be the judge (You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it
It's What These Cridicts Call Something Dont Mean Nothing They Dont Live It Like They Writ It Yall It aint da car It's Tha Way It's Kitted Yall Meaning
push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked
the fallen stars Save us from all the evil that we do Tonight we're ghosts I've fallen down but never give up Create what was left behind, it was you
do it I can't see it, look Damnit, I can't blow it I got a judge tellin me my lifes key They will throw it Nuh-uh, no sir I plan to have a chauffeur
I used to spilt it 8, 8, 8 8 work 8 sleep 8 for play Now I give it all it takes People on the internet A new life for the intellect People judge me
it is when it comes To that soul music I gets it done I'm bout it Just like I'm suppost to be (I can do it all night long, baby) So don't you go... get
t kick it I twist it up in the Dutch Master lit it and hit it My girl won't lick it, my moms won't cook it The cops won't book it, my squad ain't with
rap They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a fuck Now everywhere I go they be giving it up I seen it all from a dime to a quarter They had
is worse than an AK Clip never stopping when it's time to kick or spray! I jiggy-jiggy-jiggy-judge a brother won't budge Now kick it to the middle, cause
to lose or win to take a risk or to give up 'cause it's been seven years since I've been looking for and I was crying for more it's been seven years
Cause we're two gun runnin homies, gettin hit up, Drinkin hooch till we fall off and it's hard to get up. But there's always one that wanna ruin it, You
Me sipping the drink me smoking me dank me tipping me herb and formaldehyde Open it all of me niggas are ready to ride Could I be innocent till proved guilty by Judge
if imma make it though one more nigga came up short in the ghetto society lied to me so im strapped with the metal push ya middle finger up nigga if