We?re giving up, we?re giving up But I won?t breathe, giving up, we?re giving up And I won?t breathe, we?re giving up, we?re giving up Woah and I can
We're giving up, we're giving up But I won't breathe, giving up, we're giving up And I won't breathe, we're giving up, we're giving up Woah and I can
a lot of faces made a lot of friends and drunk a lot of cases oh my, we just take people up, so high, to find faith in the love. Welcome to the old pictured house
Had to babysit eachother, mama worked all day While her kids stayed in drama, doing dirt all day I saw the hurt in her eyes, picking me up from school
To mush your face in a pile of horse shit I torture kids, the contortionist Bless the less fortunate House so many crabs, they mistake my rest for an
your bitches top off makin her hot Haters will flop for tryin to snitch us out to the cops they on the phone [tryin to give up a drug spot] Man you bitches
saying you lost your receipt And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete Then all your problems pile up about a mile up Thinkin about a partner you can dial up
:] Geah, spaz out, knock a nigga ass out Knew he had a paper thin chin and a glass mouth West Coast shit, seven-deuce glass house Got a +Lil' Fame+ so
tomorrow cause I might be a dead man I wake up in the morning, there's no food in my, fridge My momma give her '86 is cussing out her kids Age of 13
up on the wealth I been here a while, I know a pretty smile is a trap To pull a nigga right up out of his cap But give me 20 minutes I can widen the gap
green on Rap City Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair Coming up the street Walking up the
I spend six hundred c-notes, to decorate my throat And got a mansion house snow, with the dope to smoke Whole lifetime from being broke, my grand kids
Kurupt] We don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck [Kurupt] Stampede stoppin', droppin', spittin' toxic Horsemen
We?re steppin? out, now, hey what?s cookin?, that?s what?s cookin? It?s still a thrill to show ?em what?s cookin?, up in this house Got their attention
for some money cuz he wants crack Give him money, again, he's coming back Walk away, and here's another, "Gimme some crack" How many time will a kid give
hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out So we throw stones while we living in this glass house It's been a minute