I've been cheated by you since I don't know when. So I?ve made up my mind, it must come to an end. Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don't know how
move your feet To the beat that I am layin? down tonight. What are you runnin? from just give up a little one and it is what I?m gunnin? for- just one last
And I swear that I have had enough. With each line, they keep on lining up. Just a little bit of my time, on my terms inside. It locks itself out from
th avenue) (On my motherfucking block) But on our block we still praaayyy But on our block we still praaayyy [Verse 4] And block parties in the, projects Lasting
[Chorus] A man would die a thousand times Before he reach one with soul The one he beathes will be his last breath Or does any one ever known He died
Finders keepers losers weep Down on 42nd Street Bare-foot children cryin' my-oh-my I watched you on the avenue While other men were having you I think
was on tour with Prince and them I did 32 shows with James Brown Madonna just got home too, we all just got off tour We have three buses, followin' each other
I know I got beef to a tramp hood motherfuckers WEST/SIDE INGLEWOOD AVENUE PIRU GANG, hood AVENUE PIRU EAST/SIDE-motherfuckin'-BOUNTY HUNTERS (Fuck Crabs) WEIRDOS GANGSTA BLOOD AVENUE
Down on Eldridge Avenue Each night I wait to get caught But I never do She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote When our love was young and bold She said last
he chose this instead No avenue he won?t pursue for the bread And who was there to speak for him but Bubba He listens to his own, can?t relate to none other
, I don't speak no other languages I came to do two things, kick some ass And drink some coke, yeah, and I'm almost out of beer Looky here, we damned if every other
like a religion to me Cause when I seen the mic, you're fuckin right, I was kickin it, gee Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime When
And we stay ahead Ain't nobody never ever gonna take my name Cause if you do then you die, that's the way Enemies will never last put your glocks away
that was us, Phatmosphere, had his man out west, we'd hit the bus, quick session, then the bakery, pies and doughnuts, blaze the other half tinny it was
[Kon Artis] You wont last long like weed in brass bongs Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs I shine sober cuz Bugz is a soldier Beat that ass