back to tell the world, So all the earth can hear me sing. And with my stealth intentions, My worst of ways While your back is turned I'll make my escape
By the help of Thy grace May they be enabled to escape the judgement Grant them to pass over from death to life And they shall live in memory everlasting
[Maine-O] Nigga I'm from the projects Now pack my tech And I demand respect You plan a place and get checked And I'll make your t-shirt wet See I'm that
Takeing it away from me! Black soul! I never knew true meanings for love. I pretend to know. Excuses to escape the torment of real life. That brings
the youth We make music for eternity, forever the truth Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us Ride or die, for life they sentence us
me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life And if you dream be a part of my team From Long Beach
nigga one time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga still runnin' from the police (Put
mourns no more My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for Is it the miniature caskets, little babies Victims of a stray, from drug
it attainable They're pulling your sleave, don't believe Cause it will strangle yah Pulling the life of your brain, I can't explain Beg as you can obtain from
Murdering In Mass Amounts. I Started Out As A Beginner Entered A Criminal Life Stile And Became The Center. I Made My Money And Vacate Evade Prison Work From
from the cradle to the grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From
packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers', Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs, Commence the letting off rounds, then escape
left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life
went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy, escape
it my fate ? to live tha life of luxury some niggas bought my tapes so much jelousy it scares me so be prepared cause only tha strong survive life
blessings though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection from the barrel of the Smith & Wesson and all my niggas in the pen' here we go again Ain't nothing seperating us from
