face we'll keep this alive For the kids Who can question what we feel Who can try to keep us down We will be relentless holding on For the kids
alone And keeping you all alone The charts are boring Your kids are snoring You say you're not listening and I said I'm wishing... (Thanks to ForeverFixated for
up, they be on the way down Now I can sit and talk shit like Skip Bayless You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless Lifestyle A-list, young
got one more time to fuck wit me before I open fire [Nate Dogg] ones for the money and twos for the show three must be for the motherfuckin po po' I'
: Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin Goin to war is still a scary issue
this clean yea, summers gonna appose you, Please don't make me be the someone that expose you, (Word Word!) I snatch yea kids, or someone that you close
be in a V 1-2 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
from the city of NY Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy Don't come around here and talk fly [Verse 2: Fabolous] The kids too cool to let these young
Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks The breakfast club nigga no capitain crunch, This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch Im hungry
Unless you take Money Mike name and put it back in your mouth Only thing left for you is the ash in your house You lookin for a young gun bring Cassidy
follow direction And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for
west star Oh shit He only know how to do more then filp pies Get money like them stick up guys Then motion 11-less got the young kids rich for life And
Dawg, I'm just livin for the moment I'm from Compton homey, but I'm like a center for Milwaukee Cause I play for the Bucks, and I keep the 40 on me Gotta
meant for me to survive this gangster shit Meant for you not to be livin, food for the pigeons It's rules I'm givin, new lessons for the street This jungle
Jackson, I'm Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson, I guess what I'm asking is everybody bow their head for a legend don't breathe for a second, Now
Jackson, Im Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson, I guess what Im asking is everybody bow their head for a legend don't breathe for a second, now
Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off inside a Phantom Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the dough Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for
