like this And now we're falling out She's falling over this fucking prick I want to drop out of life And get on with my days Drop out of life And have
it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby *inhales* It'll get better... *coughing* Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style When this whole beat drop we
call you out and have my niggas chalk it out (Verse 2 A-Mafia) You know I stay on the grind I ain't never late I handle mine when it's time I don't
steps on ya crep dont fret its just life dont lose it, try think through this, its not all aboutt he hype if your comin just to fiht why do this, go find
my soles I run until the year is 1971 In the Vietnam jungles, looking out for Vietcong Bodies bloodied and bare, strewn about on the ground Mortars drop
player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" game show Recorded live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota This is the game where we make the
t know NUTTIN about bein no GANGSTA [Freddie Foxxx] Worrrrrrrd up! Aiyyo check this out This is Freddie F-O-X-X-X And guess what's next [KRS-One] Every
it through It goes three for the strikes giving young bloods life And four for the years you spent stifled inside It?s the next generation of miseducated youth-next time
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin sell-out? But who's the one on solo shit, and who want me the hell out? I'll bail out with a ??,
casket This nigga had a kid, now this nigga dead, left behind a bastard So 19-99 is just anotha year for niggas dyin' the same way So live your life
ain't having that I'm about them paper stacks, a hundred thousand yeah they got us a mill The next year around this time, we'll be carrying a bill Come
(feat. Yukmouth) [Verse 1: Clee] An I say check me out (say what?) Check me out! This for all them playa hatas that didnt wanna let me out when ya
I'm caught up now, but next year is my year 2002 - C-Murder died, your leader came alive 2005 - he saved, now I'm back from the grave Wildin out in the
cold week a cold year well The thoughts of a past on this highway to, hell [Verse 2: Rell] Now as I decide to creep up from behind already glock is cocked Now watch the body drop
s next shit Then I'm your fiber diet that has yet to be digested You're drenched in fear when the veterans near Never dropped science in your life, except
it somethin like this so check it out [Lil' Nation] This is the ballad of a menace not to be confused with that of a grimace I'm in this to be number
gonna do this time? Ya really wanna know, huh? What is he gonna do? You got niggas who said, "I'm out, I'm out the door this year" Fuck, all them niggas
never seen these F-in Pella in ya life! I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh wear This is something you will have to throw on next year, Yea! [Hook
