We're in this together and I won't forget. What lies in the pas still lives inside of us. And when that moment comes and we all release. It breaks free
know They knew I could do it They don't know, who we be (This goes out to my nigga Q) (Rest in peace, baby) They don't know, who we be (They still ain
game go? Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into yard fish Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into yard
more rhymes then the Manor got folks had style Since I went to McDowl, wearin' boats And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines We use to hoop in my yard
soldier, In a boat I'll row into dover, Yeah it's over, the game's over. (RIFF) EXAMPLE: Put up ya' lighters, I clash the Titans, Fight the fighters, might fight
I grapple an axe for them baffling acts The mysterious stab in the backs who dabble in wax Still in my yard when I sculpted the culprit The tall
!! Change your whole attitude It's time to take off your cool If it make you wanna move, then move My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back
m a lie for my thug, take it in blood I'm dot com, I drop bombs, kill ya squad Live like I'm still in the yard 'til I pop ya god For my niggas in the
10 fifty-fo' under the hood Several stages of lifespan, damned if I would be a dope when it's not a laughin matter Modern contemporary man still hunt
the lower level, where the devils dwell Comin' from the one, comin' back from hell Peepin' out the window, checkin' on the criminals Out in the yard
We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz) Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown) The Low Lives in this mother fucker (Still thuggin') You
they'd return When the war that they were fighting was over But only one lived to keep his vow And the story I was told said, "He lived to be quite
my heels was Oklahoma Bill We hit a long ridge one sunup and it seemed like death held all the cards Cause we payed and payed with lives of men for every hard fought yard
left, then again, shit no ones right I'm a kill my damn self the night I get fear, it ain't my fault he couldn't fight It ain't like, when I motherfucking
won't hit right And money don't grow on trees so what I look like Make moves, can't lose if I do it that way Fuck a fight, ain't nobody fin' to put
who lived around the corner. things hadn't been so bad at first: long walks, hearty dinners; even his kennel was in the same spot in their yard -- just
Made a living ready or not we (To stay true) To all my niggas Things getting hard but we still grinding up (To stay true) To all my niggas Still don'