pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me My nine be doin' fine Until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street But in my
smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my
, walkin' closer to my final destination of death When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills my lungs, heals the pain in my
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
got respect His boy Ali got hooked up with clothes One day slap boxin, he broke my nose He almost cried man, he had a good heart The brother's only problem
ve made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter vs. spirit, through meditation I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines
hear me And you with me now, got my life right with God You hatas come and get me now, fifty rounds Is what I'ma destrand, that's on my mama God rest
w/ ad libs by Tony Henry] They told me to make another song for the radio (radio) My mind keeps tellin me "yes" but my heart keeps tellin me "no" (no)
, All my ballers get ya cups up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, All my ballers get ya bucks up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, If you broke nigga tough luck Yeah, Yeah.. [Verse -
that gat And you hear that thang click-clackin You hear what that boy said? Don't be a hard head Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread
Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs, For a red pair of Converse, Back to the hood, My own *****z acting like I turned my back on the hood, I use my
m too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my
You, Sue Me+ This be from the heart, sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta
he fought me to win My broken task is born again, let a new war begin I think he saw me grin. Played my ass like a sucka Turned that brunch between me and my
my idol, so how the fuck I think I'm raised to think My mind's too deep, a visionary never raised to blink Cleanse my soul brush my teeth Spit in faces