knew me Until they needed me That's when they called on the phone for me One life you give it to your country Somehow I knew they were lying to me I'm
You never knew me until you needed me That's when you called on the phone for me That's when you called for me, one life to live You give it to your
I'm talking gibberish Tip of the tongue but I can't deliver it... Properly Oh, it's all getting on top of me And if it weren't this dark You'd see how
doggin me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs KJLH, you ain't about nuttin You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers and this one's for me You won't
Someone's got it in for me I don't want your sympathy Life just never turned out how I wanted it to Could have been a shooting star Should have made
don't understand it, I don't fuck with you, Ain't nothin' you could do to make me fuck with you, You two-faceded like a siamese twin, You fuck with me
L.L.S.I.D.E Nigga I'm from Hillside H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E [Verse 1:] H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, California my city No pity, for a sucka can'
to squeeze for you Count your cheese for you, whatever Push your Ki's for you Bone the same bitch and catch the same disease with' you If it don't go
I recall when I couldn't rap, now my rap game's up to par From then to now it's funny, Jabos to Armani AP became a business man, that's all about his
[Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.] Now you needing me, begging and pleading me Them fake tears ain't deceiving me But I'm real, so here's a fee, the key to the V
your darrier (if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad Somebody say, oh yeah) [Chris Ward:] I'm in a GS-4 double O, sitting low Me and Po-Yo, blowing
thought, keep it real Dirty South, for my G's The haters, run up in the streets You're the ones, that ride or die for me [H.A.W.K.:] To the real, who
for ya Dope skills dans mon bag, let me pull out for ya Haters rien a foutre, I don?t rime for ya Rep for ya Slang for ya Mais j'reste original for ya
j't'un lover en plus que j'danse comme du scrab lover C'est S.Y.T.C down for what ever I'm on tv, down avec Kool Rock, j't'un breaker Mais j'ai toujours
represent it, wit windows tinted Till you can't control it It's the O to the fuckin' A-K D to the A-L-D Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase So you
Thats why I threw marines On each-trice Look its the F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [112:] Let me tell you What I wanna do Let me show you That I'm feelin you Wanna
so-so) I'm from the N-O-R-T-H where niggaz is forged to G cakes With the three eight's, sedate, niggaz that caught a gate (What?) See people make the
