All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur And all the mothers of dead sons that went out
take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
out the drop Chuck Taylors hit the street crack In the ground there he go with the crack and the pound I'm right here ain't no backin me down hands on
told me long time ago joy is pain you sell 5 million records some shit gona change he was right I traded the coupe And got me a range, no ice to black
these is flawless Send him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin I got R&B bitches givin me me®?ge's Deep massages I could hear Eazy talkin Tellin me to
when ain't nobody know me My game was regional like the ? Marion, Kobe Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me
Hit Nas he tol' me don't get down like that It's time to strategize Time to feed me beef But all i can think about is this 40 eatin' ya face Mothafuckas
em all n*gga [Game:] Let them shots fly and pour out the hard liquor They say the 40 ounce make the grass grow And when we hit the corner we spittin
who force kids tell lies to the youth My grand child, my roots run deep is proof what ? Akhenaton A 17 ans je me suis fait une raison J'etais un petit
me if I'm coming too strong But tonight is the night we can really let go My girlfriend is out of town and i'm all alone Your boyfriend is on vocation
regeneration begins, Poured out his holy spirit man he placed it within, justified by grace thats so amazing for man, if we see this, believe this we saved and freed. We
with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we
cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb for
drinkin, his breath still stinkin He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin But I can't diss him he's my elder He been livin here longer what that tell ya
's loc'ed out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin' '
baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we
: My nigga, C, he from Texas, I'm from Tennesee We do our thang, with them thangs, makin' currency He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans He
like me. The roof is crashing down, the walls are caving in. We discover all your stories are just works of fiction. The roof is crashing down. The thruth is spilling out