to get you here, An' it's for you to tell them about us. You know that, don't you? [rapped] Yeah! Kick it! C'mon, my brothers/sisters out in every
I stay on my grind and drop these hits Cause I can't go back to stripping (I'm Reba!) (You're my undercover freak) And you're my best friend, but our
that song to sing And every song he gave you so far It became a hit And you've been blessed with these songs So you keep on singing these songs And you
for a legend, don't breathe for a second, now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about, so you can hear my message, my confession, someone
music. Boom! Hit the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many tried for it, lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take
in my grave **** em all cross my tombstome and bury me with my gage g [Chorus] [Verse: Layzie Bone] My reputection is solid gold an my street credits
for me Momma/ My mortal droppin' the borders/ My homie was damn fast, Heather was right behind you/ Cassy Cass that's my little sister, my father loved
River Oaks go get the gat So why you tryin' kick some dust up America's been always known for blaming us niggas for they fuck-ups And we were always
other All uncles and no brother my mother?s at work My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell
ya mother fa real its whateva thats the lease I can do since I let my nigga down how I let my nigga down man i miss my nigga now Chorus: well the
Brown my mother Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another I'm thinkin' damn, how my older sister
wonder will I last long Even though I showed my *** on my last song I gets my mash on, no mask on Cross Ross, baby, it'll be a sad song If you ever
drink and I don't smoke Don't get sleep, nah i just work My and my brother, we've been doing this since knee-high But ain't nobody checking for niggas
back And don't have my cash, then I'm hurtin' you Got a business gun wit industry bullets When it hit you, motherfucker, guaranteed it be jerkin' you Rings is so my
gasoline on the matress where your kids lay J Hood, D Block, respect the name and the click Whoever ain't feelin' this song could suck my dick Garbage bag around your brother
was be a winner All I ever ate was hot dogs and chips for dinner I sacrificed so much for my career That's why my eyes shed blood for tears In my heart
All we are is dust All we are is dust in the wind I close my eyes Only for a moment, then the moment's gone All my dreams Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
, yes sir Yes sir, yes sir Live, I said live right now And all that in and out of jail is getting old Let this song here save your soul Brother live