fit that mold! Anything for acceptance just do what you're told! The way you live your life just fucking pathetic, a fucking yuppie slob, brainless and apathetic! Two faced
one time, cause the world is mine I try to address it, but you never get the message You the water in my life and I'm trapped in the desert I never seen
survived the first Bush Thinkin' back when my moms gave that first push Thank God for my life, I came through the room Until the evil of part two, when
can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates
's on the one, two, three and the fo's for life I slap five on the black hand side I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter So I pray
you Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you I live this shit, it's never gon stop Open niggaz face wit a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me
There's only two ways out of here You're way too late, you'll be trapped here forever There's only two ways out of here One's through the door, the other
on for one more day The girl pleads to him don't go away His lips they move but got nothing to say Stares blankly threw her face Recollection of his
niggas off Cause see life ain't nothing but just riches to me Getting high with my partners and bitches to see Yep, that's what life is all about You
somethin' that I cant control Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, lets role Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it Make me chase it, I take your life
got so much funky shit inside my brain I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Explanation of the funk essential trapped
know no different prick; it's just life here, life the way we know from young the way we're shown. Stacked trapped in flats where our front doors don't face
thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim, but I wasn't t tough enough to juggle two things at once I found myself planted on my knees in cuffs
spit, hollow tip clips mainly Sick, ain't he? (mind control) Make you shoot your best friend in the face, Dick Cheney My life is like a documentary film
we called you a bitch, you deserved it, hoe I cop bricks of the crack an' take it to my block Strip or my trap, my block strip is so trapped Cops quick
not call me I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shit Now it seems, I'm trapped inside of thug shit For my thug niggas just livin' they life
raising a thousand, son I pay to see the river Caught an ace and his face, was a straight up giver He had three now, must of caught two in the hole
hands he pulls out two briefcases A picture popped up on computer One woman, one man, sharpshooter He asked you do you remember these two faces? 'Mind
