the cloud, it's gonna rain But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break
, spectator hollerin, nigga yea you saw that We all that, ain't nothin to fuck with, homie fall back [Dolo - Ghetto Concept] Ain't nothin sweet, brush
(feat. Peaches, T.A.Z.) [Z-Ro] I haven't smoked a sweet in 27 days When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze And I'm asking Jesus what
(feat. Les Nubians) [Guru] These distraught thoughts of a single mother in a homeless shelter About pain and heartache, ain't nothing you can tell her
can't imagine how my life would be if I wasn't born a WG I can't imaging how my life would be if I wasn't born a WG [Mann Terror] I'm a Wise Guy gangster
't trip, or we's gonna flip The House Of Pain makes clouds a rains On parades, I wear shades when it's sunny Sometimes I rock funny, I ain't in it for
cha Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No I'm not a sucker, sittin' in a house of pain And no I'm not
it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain And no I'm not the butler
my fuckin face I ain't got no more time to waste A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga And that's it I'm through explainin the shit You
highway driving benzes Crime scene lookin like a homicide convention You walk around with a dick in ya mouth Dont ever let the kid joe take a shit in ya house
it's on, a ?setting form? A hah, I'm not having it, I'm on a hideout now My grandma can't handle me, so they threaten to put me out But there's no stopping
tennis bracelets Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with the sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it
But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle This is a jungle where the murderers mingle This ain't a place
have a baby, ready to name it Then the dude who help you make it, leave and don't even claim it You and your homie catch a case, for getting caught with
all gone-ain't nobody to save And look at me I grew crookedly Saw [? ] on the block-blowin trees in like 20 degrees In the huddle it's a hustle don't get it
to turn it out Coming back home to a furnish house We three deep, what, and we ain't get no sleep We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right Plan is