how the West was won Our motto, a true Desperado, rappers want to be actors So they play the Jesse James character And get they bones fractured You ain't
bustlin Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin I'm wrestlin with words and ideas My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit the scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't
in, I want to change, but I ain?t trying It ain?t justifying, my grand pops dying Moms, I?m sorry for the pain, there?s sunshine after the rain My past
the hood Yo, aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn Had a 2 o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty
Sense will 'em hit where I hit 'em Common Sense will spin 'em check it out I guess I did 'em where they should to be done Ain't nothing new about the
untold But hold fast and truth will unfold I know but it's kinda hard to believe That a whole generation will die over greed And that most of our young will
mind) I just can't say bye-bye (no, no, cause i love em both) [verse 2 : tony sunshine] One's a little young, one's more fun, one on one, ain't
fucked up situation (Momma used to say) Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men) And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't
in the building We got Young Weezy in the building Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty An' I ain't speakin'
't know what I've been through (So you shouldn't judge me) And you don't know what I will and I won't do (So you shouldn't judge me) And you don't know
, ohh) Came to far and I ain't goin' backwards for nothin' I ain't bein' distracted by nothin' Migits size to dekemba I ain't back up from nothin' Moms
doja A 9-4-3-3 soldier, a bitch will most to the square But I ain't got no choice but to be a player Cause I ain't even trying to go there I'm gonna lay
destiny Blast to the face so they won't get the best of me To make a big fat grip (grip) Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip Come test me, don't
need his nine, 'cause times, they ain't what they used to be Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me And my niggaz on the streets, man listen 'Cause these ain't the old days Ain't
them that life ain't no walk on the bridge Damn as hard it is when I be dreaming I be talking to Big In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road you hear
rain. I?ve been wandering thirsty in the rain for so long now But it ain?t of the amount but where I?m standing In the sunshine I will see much clearer