my friends I'm not looking back at these empty promises but I can't believe that every word you said it's still running through my head. It's still running through my head
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
once my idol, so how the fuck I think I'm raised to think My mind's too deep, a visionary never raised to blink Cleanse my soul brush my teeth Spit in
step, walkin' closer to my final destination of death When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills my lungs, heals the pain in my
respect His boy Ali got hooked up with clothes One day slap boxin, he broke my nose He almost cried man, he had a good heart The brother's only problem
gat And you hear that thang click-clackin You hear what that boy said? Don't be a hard head Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread [
w/ ad libs by Tony Henry] They told me to make another song for the radio (radio) My mind keeps tellin me "yes" but my heart keeps tellin me "no" (no)
, All my ballers get ya cups up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, All my ballers get ya bucks up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, If you broke nigga tough luck Yeah, Yeah.. [Verse -
Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs, For a red pair of Converse, Back to the hood, My own *****z acting like I turned my back on the hood, I use my
You, Sue Me+ This be from the heart, sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta
we can win Keep your head up and smile within YOu know we gon' make it Doesn't matter if they don't believe You know we will suceeed Got through the bad
your head phased No one can surpass the P, get on before or after me That can be a catastrophe Brains I kill, when I build With my skill, in my field
did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs Skuur, did ya heard I love em, my fellas, my furs I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trying
Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my
kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street But in my hood
