alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred and ten shots can stop spirits If niggas try to rob me, then I won
you better use caution, knowin I'm the boss and I'm sittin on pyramids, flossin I don't really gotta talk son I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements
we was team I guess it got divided by the cream FBI, raided my crib where I live snatch my wife, child welfare took my kids yo I can't live I got hit
life is nuttin' like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom I rock Jordan's, and can't stand Pippen's Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt But I'ma go for the homer
a profit to gain I might cry but I'm still cold I might be cold but I still cry and bottomline I'ma still die I can see the doors openin' now I can see
won't shut up I feel I've been set up, I can't even pick my head up I sit paditonic, explode like atomic People think I'm on the shit, but I'm not on
think I meant? Let me think of it, can't think of it Can't think of shit, fuck it ey, Lil Rob can rap like fuckin' a How did I learn to bust this way?
holmes I gotta live All I can do is just give what I can give What can I do? (What can I do? Just the same thing I've been doin') What can I say? (And
talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys got a death wish I beat a mothafucka, uglier than Precious Real nigga, you can
jj boys (everybody) I stole to eat (i stole) I stole to live (i stole) I stole only to survive (if yous a hoodlum) just like j said in 'ghetto zone' I
dark side of the track No sunny skies, just really black We live real down here, Lord, let us live No playin' around here, Lord, let us live Don't hate
ll do 'Cause I'm a hard workin' black man In my face, stab in my back, man Rob and steal, they wanna kill me, black man Tell me now what the deal is black
me Oh really? I'ma get a little bit of gas Think you can make that trip or what? Yeah, I definitely can, you know that's a fact Of course Alright I
food I got away [Chorus x4] I'm on some other shit Some killed my brother shit I'm out here getting and I'm gone get what I can get Dicksuckers in
Who?) Got louie kicks, like the checker board (Who?) Will smack you and check your broad (Who?) Might blow (Who?) Like nitro (Who?) Like black rob you, I
ain't up to par I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars I'm talkin' rent money, I'm talkin' bank money I'm talkin' Martha Keats step of
we WANNA win [Verse 1:] can you help me? a nigga need a job i?m desperate, for some corn on the cob i?m helpless, will i have to steal and rob? no black? dinner so i
and really unfortunate I'm young and I really don't like the shit But I dream nice things when I sleep at night When I grow up I'll make everything alright