game will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never
home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will
at niggas when will it stop ? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I see visions And even with this thug livin' will I escape
you a baller, money went as quick as it came My role models gone or they locked in the pen Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind The other day
right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
of many colors I was nineteen I'd do anything s--t like that now scares me but I'd like to do it again It was Independence day I've seen the other side
coat of many colors I was nineteen I'd do anything shit like that now scares me but I'd like to do it again It was Independence day I've seen the other
m barely getting by reminded constantly i'm nowhere that i want to be cuz it's real in this battle field no where to run no where to hide eventually the other side will
the front Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp then Me on the other hand, Don Bishop
here, and a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger 16 shots, hollow points will go through ya and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
is got (I run New York!) [Ludacris:] Put the needle on the record and the needle in your veins If luda's on ya record it will never be the same cause luda makes hits other
and don't come around my way [Talking] What must be What shall be That which is necesity to him that struggles Is little more than choice to him that is willing
look at the tally they drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna kill me will i die in 1999 smoking phillies Bizzy the kid was bustin in the
Tryna hit it out the park, but these other niggas blunt Roll up like a bitch, straight stuntin on these niggas like You like JD when I was just a kid [
heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false And what's true, girl listen When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGregor That other kid was
they may have in every other kid But she's a much more beautiful person than you'll ever know She hates the world, at least the one outside She's a MySpace kid