but now theyA're so unreal Is this the end of a dream is this a joke or is it real you told me you will never go My brain is messed up i canA't think
you I could reach you and teach you I know you and where you comin' from I understand it This been goin' on forever dog It's no end Life is like a bullet
have the right to be a heart breaker Nana naiinaii Nana naiinaii Telilaa... Hahaha Hahaha Na Nanini Nananini (this is) N-dubz wiley its not a long ting Na nanini Nananini (this is
on my shoulder Catch me brand new candy blue range rover Rollin to the end my skin is my sin And like LiL KeKe say it never will ever end Gots to keep
[Hook - 2x] This is my wooooooorld Z-Ro, king of the ghettoooooo [Z-Ro] Once upon a time, not long ago There was a hustling motherfucker, with a cold
like the S.U.C and the G - A - N - G is the S - L - A - B [Verse 3 - Boss] It's the Boss flippin in glass house while tryna stack moss draggin my bumper makin my front end
str8 severed then, why? Then they wonder why ni**az die Put your family in danger just to get high Now, what the hell can we get from jail? More tricks for the crime rate, this is
I'm told Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long Where is the end to all my misery, is
me and my dogs livin like hogs Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction Don't fuck
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost ?
the glock, Tony carry my M-1s Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waitin for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
that long? you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong a convo is only three words, "yo whattup" you ain't gotta work out to leave this
frame Semi automatic flows You know how it goes Boss B-O-S-S-M-A-N Gun in hand Understand gettin money is the plan Gerth Street is my man [Chorus: 50
' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end
sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin') We makin plenty bread and reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin') Money over bitches, man it still all good (Streets is
Kitchen Li-Lick ??? In The ??? We Don't Stop 'Till Them Snitches Starting Hateing Up The Place We Just Lean Back Not Dipping And Then We Do It Big Hey [Chorus] This Girl Is
