game if it wasn't for the lifestyle that i had wanted to hold a knife while havin anything i could no one is the same so i would never change if i could
mama for it When you got it you couldn't blow it So I saved what I had in the bag, then I would go get Radio batteries, I'd buy the cassettes LPs, 4-tracks
on the phone for don't cal me no more (Sunny days) Na so don't agonize me I can't stand the stress see I'm alright without you (Sunny days) see I'm far from
[Maine-O] Nigga I'm from the projects Now pack my tech And I demand respect You plan a place and get checked And I'll make your t-shirt wet See I'm that
for eternity? See, I remember back in Brooklyn, when I was a child Actin wild, cause that was the stlye But as I grew older, I learned the deal Because
I like the girls 'cuz they hot Plus I know what they want They want the game that we got Hold up baby girl I think not I like the nasty girls from around
instant Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover I'd be no different than the other H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E I'm down to the
coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all
from Atlantic-Pacific And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots? Live it up
, I ain't there, Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared, Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive, I'm different and I'mma prove it
't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel
't understand kids today so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way And I hope that he answers me I heard God don't like ugly well take a look
catch bodies I fucks up the crime scene G-W-I-Z don't see police I pocket shells guns move your bodies trajectory From where the bullet entered then
tape WOO!!! I've waited I've waited Time went by All I did was cry Sillyyyyy [Chorus] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I
:] Niggaz think they know me; I be on some other shit! My baby momma don't know me! - I be with my other bitch. I blow a stack, I get it back, you beefin
that Puddin there That's different from the others That one there looks just like, it should be on an album cover And I don't discriminate, naw, I'm
we've said, You're not convinced that we could ever be a major force, But just another youth subculture with a different song, But for others, there's this other
they come from the mind (I'm the slenderness to a certain degree I'm known as world's finest, my name is Sean E.B.) Well, I'm Bret E.B. but you can call
