perfect beginning You're so let down When the beauty starts fading Once beaming with confidence Now brooding with doubt Pack those pictures away And black out
up and comin, all I did was cop 'caine They try and change the Game, nigga I still cop 'caine I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came
ready for peelin' I make it call more peelin' you make it out lord willin' See life is a card game and I'm the mothafukin' dealer I see you wit a killa
right across from hell, I can't cry Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when
's been good to me *2 [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me [Lady Levi] Oh, you tink life is yours? Life ain't na
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta plug a nigga. Mama
out the question for me [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine And I
I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 2:] Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black talons start flyin, when a nigga flip I
back in 1992('92), I keep goin back an play possum like I don't know who, if I knew who, what, when, where an how, if I knew back then, would I know now
'bout ghetto life) (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Remix, yeah, we know about that ghetto life
doughed up And thought about all the foul shit I did I can't help it, I was this way since a kid Then I slide out the crib Hunt down my pray The look
touched Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I
beat stops*} Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kickin a man
a fuck if i murder myself Im thinkin suicidal thoughts i shot a gay preacher I dident do my homework so i shot my teacher I dropped out the next day fuck
i like to pay a lesson to a gallon And save a human life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed
good or bad A new generation brings Sometimes takes just more than that To survive be good at heart There is evil in some of us No matter what will never change I
tell ya that I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, god may I ask yo' permission to take his life This is a man be "I" N-C to R-U-L-E extrordinary,
