Cause somewhere down the road Cause somewhere down the road I think you lost it all Now, It's all in my head All in my head [X3] You know its not my
somewhere down the road Cause somewhere down the road I think you lost it all Now, It's all in my head All in my head [X3] You know its not my style
so they can't open your casket My whole crew (got glocks on 'em) In a hurry to shoot, (like they put shot clocks on 'em) All that gossip we blast, better
my team (get it right) Game dirty, but my name stay clean (all night) I keep a nine cocked, locked on the beam Look don't get your head, knocked on the
all we've seen (On my Block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still plaaayyy
go on - the wolves come out Stick-up kids they know the kid - cause I been with' them out. Niggas eyeball my shines, I can't stand it With my little 5
(with New Kids On The Block) As long as you love me Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine I'm leavin' my life in your hands People say
and we good. Recognize we thug, could of been all hood. The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood. Pick up on it, never fully get it ? this Bone
your shoes coat and your hat tooken? New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots
my mommy's little angel at twelve At thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to, get punched and bullied on my block Til I cut a kitten's head
all and start spreadin the wealth To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla at the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones Got, tons
frustrated when I rhyme Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons Season change mad things rearrange But it all stays
make it a little triggery So keep your eyes on the prize, don't be surprised Cause on my half I may pull out a semi-automatic sixty-eight watch around my
penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones
