I probably would get bumped more if I was a gangster But I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love!!! I love good music, I love my momma I love myself, I
'em) I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit I never sold company due, I can't knock it 'Cuz the inner city public school system is fucked
you a postcard, I wish you were here I wish you could see, I wish you could hear I make 'em scream When I come true with the rest of the team I get it
back in '96 Before the big life all the ice and all the bricks Was small time grindin', high school rhymin' Just broke up with my bitch so it was like
clippers, I might just come with Burban I might just go and get wood stripa, I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it, and when I come through everybody
I'm bleeding I'm not succeeding, they turned my mindstate into evil Cause I want everyone dead on this fuckin' earth It really hurts, cause if music doesn't work I
against you guys--i don't wanna be against you guys I wanna be down--i-i-i-i-i wanna be down--i-i-i-i-i wanna be down :: "i love company flow"
clippers I might just come with Burban I might just go and get wood strip a I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it and when I come through everybody
Buck 65-Square 3 [intro] music to be murdered by it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it our record requires only the simplist of
it cut it feels so great when I pull up homegirl I got the gate all my homeboys luv that bass [Kurupt] All I want is my gold deez talkin on my phones
our house But I know where she'll go To the place where you can stand And press your hands like it was bubblebath In dust piled high as me Down under
I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't High Top from Colors, I'm from Cedar Block What i got in my high
off stage But I didn't care 'cause this game has started to open it's arms When I was at Banaker High School pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd
street mama want answers but we remain in silent no we glade it, cremate it, funeral, play the violins what a sad time it is, society ran by communists
back window I made my escape Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It Bout It tape Man with no music but I'm happy cause I'm free In the streets
, ass, and a big fat clit I gotta admit, I even spoiled this bitch a little bit The homies said I was trickin' and actin all mooshy Yeah but call it what you want
Tioga How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya [Chorus: Black Thought & Nelly Furtado] I tell you one lesson I learned If you want to be something