came out when I tryed to speak. All I heard was: Chorus repeats 1,2,3,4. I see blodds and crips runnin up the hill. Lookin for a better way. My brothas
my kids in the right, or the wrong way? Dear mama I'm a man now I wanna make it on my own, not a handout Make way for a whirlwind prophesized I wanna
They Plan For Me If I Have Kids Will I Live To See Em Grow But I Dont Know I Live The Life Of A Thug Nigga Untill The Day I Go, No Broken Promises,
, one bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and all. I didn't mean to be a bother, a failure as a son, a husband and a father. I wish I could turn
change. Then you wonda why these muthafuckas call you names. Still lookin' for a way out and that's OK I can see you wanna stray there's a way out
a G And gettin high was a way of gettin free I see death around the corner [Chorus] This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there I know you
[Intro:] Brenda's got a Baby Brenda's got a Baby [verse:] I hear Brenda's got a baby But, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame Tha girl can hardly
said, "You're only a kid, you don't have a rep yet" So to you all the kids all across the land There's no need to argue Parents just don't understand
feet up on the table Sable is a fox that's used for coats The sable is a fable cause you bought yourself a goat Skin all in, so ease up on throttle No
years on a bid For the verbal assaults on these kids out They think they dope, set up on a Troo Kula scale Weighed less than a gram, was a flam for my
up smart or you wound up dead Things moved fast, but you knew the scoop And your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap group A modern day production
there mayne (get up!) Trust me homie I'm not playin (get up!) I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!) I came to bring you that California love And a
him back out to fight Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk Look at my first Grand
it Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Lexus On my way from Houston, after I
a killer but my instinct gives a bad type wont even acetate to wipe away a cops life some times I want to cry but a man will never shed a tear I fight
taxed herbs Your raps absurd, backs get fractured, My crack a shell, bag your mademoiselle Take the cake then I break like a bat out of hell You fuck
do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot Fucking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot Ruff Ryders