Born for criminal defendants Critical breaking in the ghetto bar thinking Millenium shit like pestilence war and famine Animals move animals reputed Every daily grades
sentence Born for criminal defendants Critical breaking in the ghetto bar thinking Millenium shit like pestilence war and famine Animals move animals reputed Every daily grades
on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home My first year in 9th grade,
youth With a fucked up childhood, that I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed, I kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
bad up big spliff Inna mi hand and Hennessey inna mi cup Yuh see the gal dem wi ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when
The dream team I made it myself Guess I'm self made Fire starter put me anywhere I just blaze Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade I
Remember me bitch, 8th grade Old park skinny ass well-fare raid Ustler and bruce brothers we was the shit Dungeons dragons, and bruce lee flicks Quit
it IN YO FACE! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Insane Clown Posse never gonna fade Helped yo ass get laid back in 8th grade Many years past and we still top grade
Happy Days, Fonzie and Posse Bomb Squad, Hank Shocklee and Keith Shocklee Ditc, Kool Keith, Ced Gee Busy Boys, Realski Milk D, Positive K, First Priority Posse 8th grade
few issues in the streets begin the whisper. Prayin for you niggas still stocking up my pistols. Lil nigga getting murdered and buried in all white. 8th grade
together with me Like you do better than me (you do or you don't) No more, never for me Hey yo you promised me Kate Spade But that was last year boy in the 8th grade
5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep 8th meet
pass out after 8 blunts, because we use to it Me and Cris like chee chee chong So hurry bring out the weed and the bones 'Cause if it aint grade A trees
house, what time we gon' to the gym? Hit me on my 2-way. [Girl:] Romeo this Antoine, I'm in the 8th grade, I just wanted to tell you i love you. [Man
that lightly when Ia??m on my mic tightly and I write nightly like Spike Lee let me break it down I been having a maid since the 8th grade with a fade
hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood, that I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed, I kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
house, what time we gon' to the gym? Hit me on my 2-way. Girl: Romeo this Antoine, I'm in the 8th grade, I just wanted to tell you i love you. Man