it I'll whisper through the door 'Cause you know what your heart's for Know what your heart's for Blind men like me can never hold on Then it's gone
t fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west
Kim, don't conversate with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, you knew we... I'll let them suckers know it's on for life Don't let
't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh It ain't easy
didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A. That's where I stayed and figured a way out I gave it all I had so for what it's worth I
it made But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A. That's where I stayed and figured a way out I gave it all I had so for what it's
clout, used to live in South Central L.A. That's where I stayed and figured a way out I gave it all I had so for what it's worth I went, from rags to
a cigarette hoping I intercept Hoe's who are in to sex roaming the Internet Late at night. His dream's to find a chick who's 15 Who's parents apparently
"Ways of the Gun" Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though, they feel the evil inside me Nah boys, it's
answer it That's it no asterisks No thirst to find the circumstances It was planted in me deep It was nurtured and it grew Gave it sleep and nutrition It
for future reference remember it's alright to like or want a material item, but when you fall in love with it and you start scheming and carrying on for it, just remember, it's
knew then what I now know sooner Cause 10 towns later here come pac Jr. Chorus 2X Verse 3 I got drugs for every race, color, and creed I sling mushrooms to white boys
can't stop it No limits to this style and you know you can't lock it yea First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it But I've got the styles that
me wrong boy's. This is pretty good. But it could get better than this. Yeah don't get me wrong boys. This is pretty good. But it could get better than
the belt and beat it like a boxing jab Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing
what your mind had thought It's Chamillitary front line (front line), goin for the touchdown Fourth and some inches, boys knowin that it's punt time
. Line it on up, guarantee you get served. Lil' Chris, said run it, So I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior. Just a president
hood I make 'em snap it, test it My choice of weapon That Smif-N-Wessun, mmmmm Try Sue me for the namesake Yo, who's pimpin' Yo, who's pimpin' I woke
