wasn't a rapper life wasn't as pretty, I got a chick and a chip on my shoulder, A zip of da doljah, hood wip and a rover, a Soldier [Part 8:] I'm one
Nine years frontin', been a long time comin' And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where
, cause I been on this earth long enuff, In this land of little trust Where all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed And it's been provin
I reach about a million Talkin billions with Brazilions I got this funny feeling that I'm gone be filthy rich And I'm gone marry money cuz money's a faithful
on Hell yeah deep in them gut says you grunt and moan It ain't enough to chain me we fuck alone These pussy juices been got my mind going the long Go
my sacks with a couple extra grams D-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub van, X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him 'What's the plan?' He took a hit, blew out
A long time ago, our point of view Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew And now the world is full of sorrow and pain And it's time for us to speak up again
ever a time I needed you God, I need you now Lord have mercy too many suicidal thoughts, so I sold my piece But what's worse, knowing you live in hell or being a
a good game man, tt's an everyday thang how we gotta maintain Now follow me roll stroll whether it's Hell or it's Heaven Come let's go take a visit
could you trust a hoe? (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X) Cuz a hoe's a trick We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X) Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick
to make em dance once again baby (once again baby) But this time, Imma talk about one of my friends baby (yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right) Long
to make em dance once again baby (once again baby) But this time, I'ma talk about one of my friends baby (yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right) Long
find a locc You get in the shower I'm ass naked right behind your door Sicc like Norman Bates, I'm murdering like a motherfuck Wit a gun in one hand a
everyday thang how we gotta maintain Now follow me roll stroll whether it's Hell or it's Heaven Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone
cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in hell My destiny
Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch
telling you the man is a thief, In his head he holds a plan to ban your freedom of speech, To build a pipeline, put Afghanistan on a leash When it bites
