on me Don't ever be afraid, to call on me This the way your man leave you hanging, he ain't ready for you But I ain't ever too busy, to miss some feddy
same things over and over they never get better I miss my niggaz, rain fallin 9 times out of 10 it don't miss my nigga Damn, I hope this state of mind
the doja, in a doobie ashtray So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness Sick of I'm missing
I'm fin to tell everybody all about you This life we live is hard, you was another gift to my life You and Screw and I'm missing you, and now that I
gone ball baby, we coming down We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down We some six figga
Billy Cook vocalizing in background) All night long, all night We be smoked all night All night long, all night As we flip and sip pink sprite [Z-Ro] Put a six
gold to where he's lying cold. A lie to say, "O my mine gave a diamond as big as a fist." But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed
NIRO: Jarrive cette fois bien plus feroce qu'avant Mission suicide me suit dans mon elan Au nom du hip hop je viens clasher les adeptes de la pop En
of me? Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentallity I'm going crazy shit don't phase me I'm living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me Death is on the
Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo [Kastro] I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple,
about East or West It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground
since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still
so appealing About the happy hour stealing A party, after party Til' it started to get grainy Another, and another What are we celebrating There's always something not to miss
Are you missing us maybe wanting to be kissing us and if you must, please don?t be dismissing us and when we?re gone, bailin' on the bus Are we immersed
stars, whatever you into They money I aquire mama make it all simple Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash Tell me you miss
'm not that nigga in your video I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes and Niggaz know, I be on the low but I miss my dawg and I twist my drawer I'm not
made crazy hits Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you don't miss