when I did you wrong and all those words not quite light as lead It's right up front and fed All my mistakes sleep on the sun three little birds made
't ever at home I'm on the rode nigga I'm chasing fedi baby ya'll ain't ready baby Yeah I'm living like a motherfucking chevy baby Or like a ford I'm
basis Don't really wanna fuck with em, but see they baby faces I gotta survive [Chorus - 2x] Let me live my life, nigga don't fuck with me To deal out
(Z-Ro talking) This is dedicated to the motherfuckers That think we don't go through shit, just one thug baby [Chorus - 2x] One thug, one thug, lord
lookin Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out
take the right I fell the hate you've built for me and I say pay attention baby) As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the
! [Chorus] [Bridge 2: Eminem] (So baby!) Baby, get down, down, down! (Baby!) Get down, down, down! (Baby!) Get down, down, down! (Baby!) Baby get down
my baby momma bleeding Remind me of Keyshia getting shot down while she was feeding Her baby in the projects, I'm supposed to be proud of Compton I'm just glad me, Damare and Brandon made
spirits They told me how to make big hits and spend digits Can you dig it? You fed, you dead, see red My lead, yo head, I fed Like you shit I got rhymes
at cars like yeah that's our sex Hustlers, prophets, made our eyes stretch Swanson got the spot, shit we started our trek Some of us made it, most of
Right, right, right, right Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me Eric fought me, made me tougher
out this hard time, it all got me stop Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me Eric fought me, made
Oh, but still not a dribble or drop In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered And made to make license plates Water and bread was all he was fed But
to give me some I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my wasteline Duckin the law, 'cause I ain't tryna' do no FED time Sometimes I just wish
Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone
Then she started messin with some major players Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers A dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch Taya Found out her baby
