On the eve of our exile we carve names in the elms To remember our last days of life on the roads In broad daylight we crawl through the trenches To
faster than Tony Parker This is family nigga don't ever cross my brother Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother Mention names in my family tree
power To kill nothing but himself Man is a creation Man is nothing else Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu Always is the mountain Always is the tree
we build And that remains the same 'Till that day we killed And that's real Life that I was aimed to be Love by my family tree That's fame to me
up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin
my feet I hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh I picked the peaches from the Marysville trees They bunked us in a barn just like animals Me and a hundred others
Niggaz in they trucks creepin With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches {Verse One} Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect Thieves nigga direct the trees
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds That of a globe on top of nine other planets
a war inside my head Years and years of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palm trees and shrapnel Trading
it in the plastic 88 bars an running, throw it whith my other classics Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm bout to killem Yeah trash baggin
niggaz do what we do And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ The block will heat and sink you (hey dude) Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and
(feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see
