to walk that lonely road These eyes can't cry I've seen it all before My soul is still gone I've got to find an open door These eyes These eyes My love
going to talk about these niggas! Yeah! That's got a lot of mouth, what! Yeah! But when It's time to do some shit Yeah! They folding, these niggas
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies
These motherfuckers wanna see me doin life in the pen I'm a Outlaw, and the West coast is ridin again My competition is none, I'm on a mission with guns
only played him on one station I drug him to my lab, grabbed the pen and the pad wasn't sure he would make it, these MCs fucked him up bad fed him guns
know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here
a player, this only cool, Yo cause don't wait for the paper to come to you, Gotta match for the cash, That's so much these days, Hand guns we praise,
shouldn't be a dawn That I rise and yawn Then so be it This is to my niggas, if I should die Just make sure my wake gimme a 21 gun salute Cock, aim and
n not to contradict ma name see I don't really like to play the bar heavy, I'm a pot head I'm sleepin if ma eyes not red I ain't got an enemy that's
son a real dude piranha Yup, two wheel scooters, the new rugers Floating through the Beverly Center Counting ten up with my shooter All of these is high
on the creep Who wanna see me layin' deceased but my instinct is that of a beast Fuck peace in these QB streets, I relate to . . What guns and nickel
a hearse I wonder when I close my eyes will it hurt? I'm suicidal Can't take this pressure or this pain Too much for these young eyes Real G's don't
what they talking bout I been through every hood, I stood on every block So welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop 21
Forever constantly, Dougie be getting high to ease my mind As I crawl down, still knocking and beating blocks Well I suppose, I should prolly keep glocks cocked Cause these
? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We
died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here
