in their life Cause we?re running out of time Something just from the new year Hey, Hey, Hey It's a moment that's not as bad it's what?s a part of my
put you first in their life 'Cause we're running out of time Something just from the new year It's a moment that's not as bad It's what's a part of
everywhere I turn, I seen somebody gettin bust Plus everywhere I look All I could see is a crackhead or a goddamned crook Runnin' around with a pistol or a
a sunny day So the man D-Nice ain't the one to play Cause I remember the one who tried to carry on Stepped up and got ran like a marathon Cause he thought
you don't seem to understand, why a nigga got a gun in his hand for any man tryin' to mean mug, pull out my strap, then he ran Bam-damn did I get 'em,
months, I'm out of touch, out of time, out of everyone, Now I know that a weekend in Manila is not much fun Now I'm back at home, But I can't remember
shit Hard to be, when I release these rhymes out of me I am so ridiculous, I got to compose this I am sorta a reporter strapped to a little recorder The warder having a
off f**k yall now everybody tied to us Hollering out a ni**a name But never said what up That s**t critical, dispicable, unforgiveable I too like Hot ?? Your own fan won't remember
Chains, Some Extra Change, And Tha Street Fame [Verse 1:] A Place To Spend My Quiet Nights, Time To Unwind So Much Pressure In This Life Of Mine, I Cry At Times
't freeze time to be a g Follow my lead I supply everything you need An ounce of game and the trainin to make a g Remember me, as an outcast outlaw Another
hey) One day I hope to make it A player in this game Mama don't cry, long as we try Maybe things change Perhaps it's just a fantasy A life where we don
they change? Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga Remember how it was, to be a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He
find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him
than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased This Thug Life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa
