People don't usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in Just to get to this place Now let these words be like a switch blade to a
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go She's looking for a job, looking for a way out 'Cause a halfway house will never be a home At night she whispers
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up Momma used to send me over with things We struck a friendship up I spent a few
my best friend Dave I've known him since we were kids at school Last night he had a few shots Got in a tight spot, hustlin' a game of pool With a couple
on So why can't two friends Remember the good times once again? Tomorrow when I wake up I'll be feeling a little guilty, a little sad Thinkin' how it used
street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I save my words for wax I just wanna make a little point in this song With a little
gon' be easy But damn Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age
ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I roll out my
s got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade Thirty-seven killed last week in a crack war Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck ?The children
man? Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man I ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A. South Central, I live life the fly way Used to bang
shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things Pretty party dresses, candy and rings You was your Momma's little angel, Daddy's little girl They used
, oh you are, oh you are, the little boy made for me in the stars In the stars, that's why I can't let you go The little boy made for me in the stars
Yeh, Feels like I?m floating. True Story. Verse 1: Look, I had a homie that used to tell me I would blow But he died before he got to see me bloom Got
[Chorus] A little sugar, honey suckle lamb Great expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of
, we don't give a fuck who you are Black card Heavy like a magnet In my stitched denims Pretty women See them Saggin' Bet a hundred stacks Niggas'll run
Saw you just the other day I didn?t have the nerve to say But I could never get you off my mind I had to stare a little while I caught you looking back
a quick run You that same old nigga with tha same low figures 'Cept the lies gettin bigga and the sex lacks the vigor Got used to the quickies, now your ass is just