Lyrics:
Treat the pork like Muslims no respect for the pigs
If you out here snitching you ain't never have respect for your kids
N****s out here respecting this
of kids (lot of kids)
She say she like my flow but love my ad-libs (yeah)
I was sayin' yeah before Usher (what?)
Never Scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher
of us to bust
True to Earth's crust
I must enforce my force of course
You need to cry for help because I'm fast like a quarter horse
In
conquerors but one day they chained us down
Yeah there were one too many days when I just wanted out
I just wanted out
These are the best fears
Of our lives
get bent
L-O-X get respect like Sonny from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die?
I tell all
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
the company lot
Aye, look, West told me chill, but I know where the nigga live
Like Soprano, niggas tie you up, right in that little crib
Get the tape, then
it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches,
Robinson, I'm a woman robbing you
Of your coolness, part of the reach like the stewardess
Underground like the sewage is, who fucking with the kid?
Did
got to run mine
That's the story on road and my love life
You've got the young g's pressuring the older kids
You ever felt like somebody's gotta go
like us their right mind
Who could, Who could
We be going in through the night time
Never slow us down til the sunshine
Who could party like us their
wit' work to flip
Smack, why you let us connect
Together? Like cursive writ'?
He a beta, I'ma alpha bet
(alphabet) this be a 30 clip
This clown be
peace, uplift
This here’s, my testament
Daily mission, gotta save the kids, like
Everyday, give thanks, continue on the mission
Have breath, still blessed
splash many lives
Rapel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
Run in
Who, that's everything thing I learned. By the way, when you, when you live, when you live with a woman, the fight is never over. You think it's
their cereal out so I could at least see where they lived
But I could hear them and it seemed like they were happy
When the kid wasn't napping she was
What would happen if we took two mirrors and set them up, mirror to mirror?
They'd never stop self reflecting
They'd create a paradox like a box inside
home
Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown
And you're a good kid that need good leadership
Let me be your mentor since
the detinate box (box)
Like, people take my life and that's pathetic as Pac's (Pac's)
A waste of the talent, Say my boys is just no where
Placed
I see them looking at me different, blame it on my color
Like why you acting like God didn’t want us to love each other
This for my other brother
with fuckin daemons since a jit
All my angels fuckin died and I dont feel like the same kid
Now its do or fuckin die and im not runnin like no bitch
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Under-boss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit
like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they
I adjust but stay radical
Without being over the top like a catapult
Hit up a new spot batteries for the boom box
In the rain to gain playing pain by
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