Too many lies when I was seventeen And now I'm keeping up time with you Short sounds of apocalypse And my world's torn out of view It's always the same
loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too It's not to
now let's get out here and make this loot [Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG] [TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin [TS] I got too much money
loose it's the mic or the cuete I'm expected to choose but you see the truth Chicano Rap is made for the ones that can relate and way too sick of tired
and they sellin more birds than a pet shop The spot's hot and everybody nervous That's when the blue car served us Oh why did fools had to let loose
table dismantle and disable verbal, made fatal, what drug paper do straight duct tapin', apin' a few takin' Mo' and Henny straight and things loose puffin
grown up "Gangsta Gangsta" and all that kinda shit Yeah I'll be honest wit'chu eh You smoke marijuana dawg but that's about it It's better to cut loose
gonna be the lucky one? well bounty killa too stiff so him cant position. me nah see why gyal a run down pon elephant man? bwoy kinda cute but mi nah trust baby cham too
rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body
A mind is a terrible thing to waste Virtual living, video sex A voice keeps saying, "this is only a test" (only a test) Online, out of time, TV crime
this The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only
game, now let's get out here and make this loot Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG [TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin [TS] I got too much
up Gangsta, gangsta and all that kinda shit Yo, I'll be honest with you, man You smoke marijuana dogg but that's about it It's better to cut loose, eh
I told them he fell Thats why I'm going to hell This shit ain't going that well Too many things I did that aren't loose Smoke and leaks like giving
JD and they sellin' more birds than a pet shop The spot's hot and everybody nervous That's when the blue car served us Oh why did fools had to let loose
my knuckles for a Mac-10 And rather live the life of crime With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two It's live Boo start shit too wild for you Peace
don't like people telling me just who I am They don't wanna know, they don't really understand Too many people tryin' to telling me to be practical Only