life, but I pray to get him out cause I be [Hook x4] [Al-D:] Wish I could turn, back the hands of time My pops died of cancer, got a grown man crying
why are you tired, man? You destroy all you have built You destroy all you have learnt Broken heart, burnt in your fire, man I cry, tonight I have my life
I know you think that it?s impossible. I felt the same, but I said it for the first time anyway. Seems like something?s standing in your way. Baby
One night I, crept in and, Got on my knees and tried to make her my wife One reef knot, two grannies And we were bound to stay together for life Now we'd
anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why I know my life ain't promised That's why the wise move in silence Analize these scandalous times It's hard
'fuckers need to just calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life 'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life You dumb
money orders and make 'em my troops As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime My time as shorty
-10 My ideology embodies thoughts at high velocities My life is quite an odyssey End careers with the pen, but never write apologies Trite psychologically War, I declare it, Al
ghetto Living lavage, taking chances, struggling to live fabulous Our children, are the ones that suffer Being raised, by a single mother yeah [Hook] [Al-D
' Staying on my tippie-toes, mind clicking for the green Got no time for plex so what's next, on rough sex or wolf cream No to mean G bitch thug life,
time I'm reaching, to the top nonstop Forever representing, till my casket drop I'm reaching, leaving haters behind Cracking up the ground, in my houpe smoking pine [Al-D
with me The G-O-V, still throwing up S.U.C. 3-2 and Al-D, go and get it with no tussle Working our muscle, living our life on the hustle Wanting our
you mayn Never forget the times we had (G love, know I'm saying) Al-D and Z-Ro (ha) South Park Mexican [Hook x2] I'll never forget, the times when we
any life left 1947 - moved in with my uncle And while living is better, I can already sense trouble But who really cares when you're spit on your whole life
this is what it sounds like Came up from the ground now Life from the ghetto, we be real-al People only recognize, the real-al Cops hate because we don't squeal-al
Celine Dion) D. Foster / C. Bayer Sager/ A. Testa / T. Renis) I pray you'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go And help us to be wise, in times when
SwishaHouse bitch, get crunk or get ghost 'fore I put a fork in you like the don Al Bo [Al Bolden] Al Beezy dog !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it's time to get
