Lyrics:
here all alone
Can’t raise our children in a house without a home
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be your everything
Your everything
Your everything
It’s 3
going all out
And that's word to my niece
Spoil my plans
I don't think so man
Be'cause you just get juked by the slip of the hand
Word to abnormal live
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said no, boy would you come home to me
[Chorus]
(And) I said, ramblin' boy
going to David Bridal
Live Free Die Rich told me life is a bitch
Dis shit all about survival
My young nigga bitch folks live in a mansion
Soon as they
directions
He gave me a tuna can
Then he stopped in his tracks
And he said, "Hey Goat!
Would you like to live with me?
I've got a house with
I know you've been actin' weak since you came in the do'
But homie you ain't got to be a hater no mo'
How can you live you life when you know you are
Sitting in a crowded room
I think I'm leaving soon
I've spent way too many hours
I'm running out of time
We could've seen the signs
It should be over
House right down the street from his
He went anyway, more scared to face his moms
She'll beat him soon as she flip out seein' his face scarred
dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home
I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back
So I'm holdin' on my gat
surrounded by they jealousy Even though I couldn't be a jealous king
Turned king gen to king pin I'm out of it
No Patience it's hatred that I'm clouded with
the brand done too soon
Crawled out of this house and howled at the moon
And yesterday means nothing to me now
I'll keep it hid, you'll live somehow
Steadily left alone
Uh, uh, uh, yea
Emotions get high soon as I get home
I tried to make things up to you
We were indecisive
Love don't be hitting unless
a house with a chandeller
I'll be at the top so you better adhere
ChrisCVine best I'm the flyest in here
ChrisCVine Cheech I'm the highest in here
Lamb
A House of Spades Stands No Chance Against the Wind. (Gambler)
We have been dealt a hand
which built our home out of threes and aces.
We bet
out moms, the love of my life
I know she mad cause when I leave the house I gripping this pipe
Man, I'm sorry Ma, just gotta make it back home at night
the Hollywood hills what a time to be alive
But a better day to die
An angel came by my side and gave me the kiss of life
And washed away in the tide
And me
Fear of death keeping me from ending other people lives
When the roads wet, you don't wanna slip n slide
All you wanna be doing is try and keep ya
society ain't made for niggaz to live right
Mommy just write
Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight
And I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
the drinks are cold, and the girls ain't too hot
Now we in the house, but the house is kinda empty
Rats run around the room
But, wait, I spoke too soon
a trashcan Bitch, how's ya doe
I'll be lurkm like second hand smoke
I'm snatchm throats as soon as I find that rollt
Vou get drug like that nigga from Texas
really out here! (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)
Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
Fuck the same hoes again,
When their throwing lobs, gimme the ball my name is Russel
You don’t want no smoke, you better go and grab the buckle
When I’m the game, crowded seats,
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
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