think better when I'm lit so go head and light it roll it up, ignite it one time for all my n-ggas that dreamed it than real life'd it! I swear I've
Sometimes I think better when I'm lit So goin and light it Roll it up, ignite it One time for all my niggas that dreamed it than real life'd it! I swear
got you they didn't see skills And I ain't playing your a brother getting cheated And Ja Rule be praying on his cover cause he need it And you niggas
see skills and I ain't playing your a brother getting cheated and Ja Rule be praying on his cover cause he need it and you niggas hating shut your mouths it
, mad jewels, mad clothes, mad shoes And to show his commitment he got her name tattooed I gotta hand it to her She had the stuff planned out But watch what happened
vexed You can forget it if you think you're going to get it and rip it next Yeah, whatever's clever And like Heatwave I'm slaying niggas always and forever
that I feel some thing come over me I don't know what it is with a devilish grin Foes and friend and bloody sin Don't know when it's gonna end Just like
born And I know you like it like porn treat the streets like hors leave em torn In drop my rhymes like the storm when it rains it pours I take form and
See her eyes glisten and the wind catch her hair Unaware of the man who is destined to die When he meets her and speaks with tears in his eyes He could
I can say, is pray and let it be Live right and try your best not to end up like me See I was the nigga that slang dope and steal cars Glad I stopped
dropped, O locked for minute The squad it never died, I was left to represent it Took a nigga out his crib his name I aint gon' mention it Know this
it is This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta, man And I think it's time for me and you To just tone it down a bit, come on Imagine it never happened
Hit his pockets, take all his money, first you gotta be smart Check his race and his bag to see if he's strapped And hit him once in the face and that
the coast was clear And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard 'Cos see, he
happened a long time ago and hey And people might not want to talk about it They were under the heel of the French And they got together and swore a
that when this day dawned in America His family would go to church to pray for his well-being And his safe return The young soldier reached into his bag and
are seasons And anything that happen is for a reason And niggas gun clapping and keep to squeezing And Gram' keep praying and keep believing In Jesus, and one day that you see
that or load the gat and go pop a G And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine I pray for his family and his mama So much shit, just