say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act civilized
in the days You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray (You remember that shit) We even did the same dorm in C-74 More than boys we were fuckin
y'all niggaz want to fuck with us? So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills We bust and cuss and kick up
Something about this pretty girl Blows my mind Si tu supieras lo que siento, Cada ves que me pongo pensar en todos los momentos. All the good times we had
all times For my city We stay high, stay fly Stay real, for real Live good, Stay right For the city We stay high, stay fly Stay real, for real Live good
must defend So get together a group of your gayest friends Go back to the scene of the crime Hug and kiss and have a good time That's one way you can
we both turned purple Heard you got a new man and got a new plan I wish you the best you know what I'm saying Regardless you'll be (Cool with me) From time to time
I'm a T R A P S T A R Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar And she likes it and she likes it I'm a T R A P S T A R Got the streets on
little terror Huh, I get better by the letter A true weed, head to juvenile once more A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more? A real lil nigga with real
we have a good prog and everything, you know? I just wanted to find out if we could get any awr . . . nng . . . gnn . . . Do you have a pencil and a paper
, man" I had pounds of coke, I had money to blow I had a felony charge, I had to fight in the court I had warrant reports, shot up cars before In my
To keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son And we prayin for you and we, you know We tryin to hold it down
have a cold? how long have you had a cold? About a year. (about.) You had a cold for a year, are you trying to bring a cold into zis country. oh my
We're about to set this song for real Here we go, all I wanna do is make her say She had everything I want in a girl I knew, I could sing around the
wasn't groovin' at the time So way we got out money was cuttin' grass Leader not a follower, became a hill side baller Put together a group called the
kids off the atlas with a gat that bigger than godzillas back nigga. you are not real in fact your fully infective a crack dealer y'all president send me smack then got a
a saxophone We thought we was pretty good We talked about keepin' the band together 'N' we figured that we should 'Cause about this time we was gettin