dead Dead, brother, dead This is a revolution of the mind Get your mind together And get away from drugs That's the man Back, back
after, I'm a gigolo, But Ya'll look like the juggalo rapper, Everyday man i just seem to get a little bit doper, Shit, Back down, Man I'd rather lick
wrote it If you hate me You love me too And you even know it My brother in the back Yellin please dont do it! (dont do it!) Chris Brown killed it So Im about to blow it
I grew up in the 1980's In a 4-bedroom house My family, my Grandma, 3 or 4 Aunties Uncles and Brothers In and out of prison daily At certain times when
. He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers
at It sure ain't the country Oh, Lord knows, it ain't the country It's because its the way I see it every night and day I hope to change it I'm just
they mind? Umm, well, of course not I'll just take it for a little spin And maybe show it off to a couple of friends I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood
a little baby girl Four years, Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it, quit it, rag top Before you're up Get a laptop Make
me this far? All these girls, these cribs, these cars I hate to say it but it seem so flaw 'Cause success didn't come 'til I cut it all off Little girl
Throw the Porsche at you is what I'm forced to do With my back against the wall, crack his back, y'all Naw, it ain't went nowhere like havin' Hair with stylin' gel in it
between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I ***** back, **** gettin' hit This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little
bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it
at Where low-key killers with the fo' clap Blocka-blocka-blocka, oh The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows Everything a hood brother think he needs,
we got gas an' we got water Troopers lookin' for manslaughter I gotta get back, for what they owe Shoot 'em in the back for the get back Lead through
live (I will not lose) "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at? (Ill Will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it
DROVE AT Where low-key killers let the fo' clap Blocka-blocka-blocka -- OH The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows Everything a hood brother thing he
is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back
Now let's take a trip down memory lane Back to junior high school where it all began Three bad little kids raising hell at school We were just thirteen