it in the news Caught it all just a touch You set the pace of what was to come I have to carry on now that you're gone A day in the life well nobody
read it in the news Caught it all just a touch You set the pace of what was to come I have to carry on now that you're gone A day in the life well nobody
platinum I'm try'na go double profit I'm in my own lane, that independent shit They back fuckin with me, a hundred thousand shit I'm a pyramid you a square
homie That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E Or unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my cup of tea Don't make
, I need a little taste Tell me, baby, how bad is bad How mad is mad Girl, are you all that they say Yeah, just one touch, is a touch too much Just one
up, once I'm gettin' serious Niggas get delirious, nigga is you serious? These flags ain't bad, you better strap with the back I be the F-L-A-M-E-to
damn world know the whole damn deal From the mic to the backey to the D-A-3 Eight gotta represent that S-U-A-V-E D-R-E, chiefin' like a K-C chief We're
a bullet hole, it is not a tumor Red like red like stop your rumors I stay on track like a box of Pumas Now just r-r-rock with Junior I am the little
lucky just to have just one looooovvvvveeeeeeee! One love, one love, your lucky just to have just one looooovvvvveeeeeeee! {When you fall in love it's just
at a nigga wit a rhyme or a nine wit a tragedy When it cause catastrophes, will actually cause you to bleed Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the weed If a
crowd Breaking mikes, putting down for the top of my town Because I'm bold and I'm cold, you just wait till I'm old I'm the reason that the north is
Breaking mikes, putting down for the top of my town Because I'm bold and I'm cold, you just wait till I'm old I'm the reason that the north is how post
manifest as a black man but I'm universal The capital K, small R-I-S Capital P, small A-R, capital K, small E-R We are, the star Without the use of a
Spike-e] Cotched in the back of a blacked out car, with the rythem rolling upon the speaker, chromed out alloys and a lower bumper, twin exhaust and a
twang, I'm just a chichichiban, I'm just the rock of all these gangs, cuz I always rock the streets with a ball u know, oh oh oh oh oooh I'm a lyrical