The new year was cold and I lost a friend Driving in his car he put a gun up to his head While others have since been replaced By my enemies with a familiar
Braveheart? what it taste like daddy? (chocolate cake nigga) Yeah that's what I'm talking about that's how it's supposed to be Life is beautiful Yo this
[Chorus x2] [Layza Life] Hello sunshine, could you be related to the moon I see stars in ya eyes, everytime I look at you Course I know it's corny,
for what it's worth As we confiscate your figgas Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners Headin ice
Dime piece with crushed ice Project life ain't nice with three strikes And the vice, keep you on the run from the streets When they kickin in yo mama's
your dough and shit Being broke is a bitch, y'all There's no such thing as quit, y'all As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours [x2] True indeed
the night life (want it) Fresh fruit and crushed ice Nothin crazy, just a taste of the rich life I gotta let you know girl, I'm the strict type (Can
it out for you Right now Never, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey! [Chorus] It's okay, it's okay It's okay, hey, we was home anyway It's alright, it's alright
(feat. Black Rose Kartel) [Nikki Bonds - Black Rose Kartel] Yeah, yo, '98 bitch, '99 to 2G, Rose Cartel Brownsville to Canada, Toronto, Ghetto Concept
no one understands me Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black Running straight for my life, and there's no turning back [Chorus x2] [Blackadon
[Chorus: Ice Cube] Let's get ready to rumblllllle! [scratched: "Let's get it on" - Chuck D] Let's get ready to rumblllllle! Street Fighter ("Let's get it on") Let's
tied up with mask tape mad papes, I could tell by the way she was draped her sex mate's caked up like Drake's he's got the crib by the lake wanted by
me-give my eyes to Stevie Woner just to see what he's seen but then take'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream I dream that I can tell Martin Luther
urban tales of crack sales an black mail an black males, peelin black males that's why these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad it's sad they
she livin in Queensbridge still eatin them worms You be at the fortune teller probably readin your pomp's Mislead your own kind can't you see it's wrong It's
the ice pack Wife black, Puerto Rican's, we was poor, it was wack My mom's tried her best I never graduated high school I learned to pump drugs and pack 9's
