t they be mad now." he's trying just to live like a kid. expectations out the window. he's finally doing things for himself. expectations out the window. she's
s finally learned to live like a kid, expectations out the window boy won't they be mad now he's finally doing things for himself expectations out the window she's
trippin' homie, when we riding? Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci I'd stick a needle in my eye If I don't live and die for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys
cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't s**t y'all could tell us Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's
now Flesh is home. Bizzy Bone ? he's still insane. And I'm still hangin' with with Lay. This nigga Wish Bone ? he ain't changed. D.J. U-Neek supplied
I got a sick paddle log that's banned from TV Charge your whole squad a hundred CC Straight from the streets, learn from OG's Rocks ain't nothing my jewels
least no jack and I can?t hack it. When you gonna ask the question why. I never liked working at Mickey D?s, All my life I got B?s and C?s. Down with
my mama (Damn) You're the only one That's causin me this drama And then expect favors (Yea) When you come in town And I know if I see you garaunteed it's
like they workin' for the circus At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'? Car's
in Miami with pull Tropical leaves where I got a few keys with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese Said we was garbage, so fuck college
: (D.R.I.) Volume 8 B-side / Inside Out Japanese single No, there are no easy answers To sum up the problems which we face History's a lesson, let
, you know how black niggaz get with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin buckshots at niggaz
s the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A. Doin it the O.G. way; it's sorta like the Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me So this is dedicated to
: I like to think I know how to look out for myself I've got ways and means to filter wrong guys out When the B.S. meter is slamming into the red I just
: [Puff] Escobar season has returned... [Nas] It's been a long time, been a long time comin Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no
about him, aiiyo I take you out Either with the nine or the tech's in his mouth And let that dime gettin friendly than the orgie's at eight But y'all
him, and he's like "oh shit" [Dame:] "Oh shit it's not even wack." "I ain't gonna front, it's kinda hot." [Dame:] "it's actually kinda hot." Like they
and D Menace, Skates to Lou and 'em Puffs from L.B They know the Consequence be wearin gold and ice 'Cause I got out the projects, where it's flooded
