eyes ! [Utterson] There was a time You lived your life, And no one lived The way that you did ! You had a plan, You chose a wife, You saw the
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing
know that you're not sick? You could be some deranged lunatic" I said, "C'mon toots - my name is the Prince = Beside, would a lunatic have a Porsche like
that I believe in myself I guess I'm kinda like my father, you know He had a relentless spirit, you know He would stop at nothing to achieve his goal You know nowadays a
crew like us That could do like us See the world from a view like us Still always come through like us They ain't true like us If they only knew like
alley saw a man in a Land Cruiser In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger Heard shots from a steel bruiser Teflon in the seat took a pale
that honest from my father Mix me with violence, blend me with peace Combine me with hate and I can't face defeat I did it all in a week Still incomplete as
from my father mix me with violence, blend me with peace combine me with hate and I can't face defeat (nope) I did it all in a week still incomplete as
trunk sound like an opra Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster
sound like an opra Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster Tell
on I promise to only focus On handlin' my responsibilities as a father So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters And raise it, you couldn't lift a
as they approached my mind went blank As I struggled to find the words I was dying to tell him As Hector walked by he picked up a stick And threw it
like hooks underneath your flesh Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and burn When will you learn? The ninties are my turn To pitch a vocal fit like the
Ethiopian stupid questions like "Is he gon be dope again? Have You seen him? has anybody spoke to him?" This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a
them Each a radiant distinctive Familiar as I have never seen in gazes before They were filled blessed like thrills I wondered their names as she thought
it ... bitch ... the next time I use it This is gutter down hood shit No question is that good shit You ain't felt like this in a minute Flow so sick
