then i suddenly knew/ that where im from is a place where struggles all grew/ its kinda hard growin up without a father around/ and all a little kid know
Could Turn Back The Time So Instead Im Living Crime, Dont Look At Me Like Im Jus Stupid How The Fuck Can U Judge My Life If U Never Been Through It I
-R-U-G-S'S" Everybody's in love with our simian drugs "D-R-U-G-S'S" [x2] "Where you at monkey?"[--- D-Stroy] [Ill Bill] Droppin from planet rap The
Its gunna be off tha hook Peep this out The Kon Artist nigga [Kon Artist] The Kon Artist born liar Lie to your pops and moms Tell em Im a good kid
gunna be off tha hook Peep this out The Kon Artist nigga [Kon Artist] The Kon Artist born liar Lie to your pops and moms Tell em Im a good kid
t stand me Is it because I'm the main Jackson and y'all just Titos and Randys? (Yes, it is!) Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last At
hoop show me where is at Shake-shake-shake-shake-shake-shake Work-work-work-work-work, twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist Show me where is at...
just tryna live the life The life of a rock star... [x2] [Verse 1:] Big bottle, champagne poppin' At my table wildin' out with you're dame watchin I live the life where
slurred Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect I just begun to rock Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock
when he sees Drag-On And Twista (kill me) Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me) [Drag-On] By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight, and this kid
lookin' at me So homie come get me, Shut up boys what up though I see you Rock Bottom, yea I see you, all my Detroit people Where you at man, let me
where you tongue at, I don't that These young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at Smoke so much the doc asked where my lung at I took it
a conscience? I think not, cuz if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference I'd rather be pushing rock
n**** and grind some [chorus] flash fuckers on the tip of the gat you can put on flat but ill kill that ill open u up like a mat even if u heard'at
a conscience? I think not, cause if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference I'd rather be pushing rock
and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy
It's prepared for the stand off, once you hand off that white rock, and then give birth to a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You
want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy