colors anyway Take me alive oh they take me alive And they suck it out And I say I know it?s hard to be real But your show your true colors anyway
see the light like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger
Hope you see the light - like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others In this cold world - the war that's controlled by the trigger
kitchen pitcher, the bing was rough" I said nigga I did the bid wit' ya Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big picture Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers
crew gonna have a little fun I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun It's gettin' critical - I start the five-point-oh There they go - drive real
crew gonna have a little fun I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun It's gettin' critical - I start the five point o There they go - drive real
the trap like to stack the dough When beef come around can't let it go When my funds turn legit, I'm gonna let you know Ridin' rims real good down Old
Speaked the wrong words I'm high on them herbs And you will get touched because yo' ass deserve To get done real fast in front of yo' kids to show 'em What real
goes on but real players know It's the town of the dank point of fat 20 sacks the town where the motherfuckers made the mack 'cause it's the Eastside 'cause only real
't wanna role - sells his soul Watch his head go rollin Who the fuck are they foolin? Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes Matches the color
purple instead of chocolate Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip And I'm a stay on the corner like stop signs With a pack of them creamy colored
Catch me trafficin' on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point
Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point
slugs Catch me trafficin' on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point
your kitchen pitcher, the bid was rough" I said nigga I did the bid with' ya Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big picture Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers
