Run through town in the quiet of darkness to an empty port on th coast of nowhere Oh I send all my thoughts to you... Oh I send all my thoughts to you
through town in the quiet of darkness to an empty port on th coast of nowhere Oh I send all my thoughts to you... Oh I send all my thoughts to you
through town in the quiet of darkness to an empty port on th coast of nowhere Oh I send all my thoughts to you... Oh I send all my thoughts to you...
pictures A portrait, a self far from ?? My discussion of impression ain't ignorance So don't label the hoods on appearances You never thought that a gangsta
out and ride Parliament I got the L to the double O T bitch And if you ain't seen me, you ain't seen shit I gotta send a shout out, to all you niggas
wanna send shouts out to my Breman niggas My Addams family niggas My 10-5 gangster street heroin sellin niggas I wanna send shouts out to my niggas all
Uh Uh boy I know you ain't fuckin' my moma) Y-O M-O M-A S-U C-K M-Y D-I C-K Your moma be suckin' my dick every day and I love it Inhale, Exhale blowin
man in my existence, so fuck the Klan I ain't blinded by your jewels and your million dollar checks I'm always ready for whatever's next My road in life
my name M-O-B is my you wanna Scuffle? Come run up quick you 'll get done up trick If you think you Hard My clique to thick and my tool gone spit so
this rap shit, man Or y'all motherfuckers only like beats and hooks It's all good I Ain't mad I just... nigga Yeah This for my niggaz tho My real ass
Both] I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip - we get rich Love for my disciples, love for my lords
can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies [Outro: Common] Ahh that's how, that's
2 if Other than young F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S I'm a hot kid, hot vid and I don't got kids Benzs, Bentleys and they don't got lids Meet me then you can say you
I took I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who spy? It's life and death, choose live or die Ultimates
won't kill Let me show you the stars take you back to the car Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit
] JMJ, my homey Mac Dre Big L, Big Pun, Big-gie (talk to 'em) 2Pac "Live and Die in L.A." (L.A.!) N.W.A., I used to love Eazy Back when everybody was
-up It's easy to die, fuck around and you will Quicker that you ever thought you would, for real I come thick like a shake, bitch, don't forget Step to