in my own shoes The people dancing in the shape for what they make They can't lose Yes waxing lyrical but this time it's not satirical It's kinda spherical
you do when trying As far as picking up your chest That be suicide, nigga See that trigger All you do is hang It's a front, take a punt And it's smooth
Mr. Clinton, s**t It's gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker to make a dollar in these here streets I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace But we
do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up You gotta learn to
bust They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case Personally I ain't trippin
situations Seems to be my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this life for me It's a ride y'all, a
tried to cock me, but them can't gun store When a batty bwoy do it from the mob Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad Look around, look
skatin' wit another nigga's money YOU LYIN YA ASS off, you know you ain't that tough I'm PULLIN' your MASK off as soon as you act up You know what I came
treasure It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team Long on the suine DVD's on the screen Blowing on cream Waiting for you to scheme You ain't gotta
tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You
want it you want it? you gonna get it man we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with
a fencer Look, I gives a fuck if you're white, black or octaroon I'll lock you in a room, make you pop balloons filled with toxic fumes, yeah you shoulda
and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, pressin what you want Sky is the
it all that much. It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams
you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You