those fires warm them just like us... they make their money they spend their money they work for money just like us... what are we now? i see those
up Kicked to the butt, wake up, are you some kind of nut? Are you blind, can't you see what's never seen? We need some unity within the colors of the (
a motherfucker, that's what they was telling a nigga That's just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw And Relay too and Andrew, now what about Danny Boo
floor man Popping up, until I feel about as strong as four man We don't smoke rocks but they are over our hand Remember back in the day, I use to be a poor man Now
oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels But we both in
in they children's eyes Now they give a fuck about us [EDI] It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone Time to reflect on what you
I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin My lyrics are poetry So baby get a ticket
it we are the people of skin who left water inside the dark womb inside of our mother prone to the beat and vibe of our tribe we catch the drift and ride
s--- you'll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it? you leave a trail of lies that's why you keep moving we won't come after you we'd only end
hit me Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop Papa said we bang bang boogie We get em oh goodie Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me [Verse 1] Now what
is COPY (riiight?) [Esoteric Talkin] Yo, that was your girl? I thought that was your little sister, dog. The big field trip to N-Y, after y'all skated after
After all, we'll have a ball Imma pick you up, Imma pick u up We're gonna see where we can go This is how I live, this is what I give And you're the
As we were talking outside, It was cold, We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter. My wife is in the next room, We've been having troubles
A Foul, A Hot Guy Does Hip-Hop Flyies Are Knockin Up, Out The Park And After The Game We Gone Meet Up After Dark Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
out like that (hook) I wish that I can come and mend your broken heart and take you back to good time right to the start but right now it feels like we are
me baby, tie down. And child hood scars, crackhead cause niggas I dont know that who'd ya think you are. And here we are, steady we roll out over you
