Lyrics:
how do you sleep.
The damp on the wall was there to remind him of nothing, at all
The sum total of the achievements of his life
He was surrounded by
how do you sleep.
The damp on the wall was there to remind him of nothing, at all
The sum total of the achievements of his life
He was surrounded by
ain't the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
on the weed, fifty on the drink
Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think
I wish I could come down, but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
over?
I’m on the come up, Is it over?
Cold heart like North Dakota
Niggas hot like Arizona
Popped a perc now the pain over
Surrounded by shooters but I’m
2/9/93
A baby being brought
To life
Innocent unaware of
How hard he'd have to fight
living here
We'll view
How well he'll heal
When he's wounded
By
you stuck
In them trenches
Drive by's have you jumping
Them fences
People don't know
Cuz they living is different
Surrounded by shooters
That crop you
Violin
Surrounded by a 1000 angry souls screaming in silence
These heathen and tyrants
Concede from the seeds
Of greed
Evil and violence
I don't wanna
surrounded by my people
Holding down the stick like I'm trying to give it a needle
Bet you didnt know, I got this gun on me
50 drum hollow point, don't front
your mouth, you is surrounded by snakes
They want the labor of my grapes, heard the vine thought I wouldn't figure it out
Bitch, move like no one's
fifty cents you got fifty cents left
Roll next door play a little three on three down the park
You remember
Back in the day, I'm waking up I brush my
Open her shirt, she keeps flashing and shit
Don't wanna fuck, now shes having a fit
Q50 speed off, I'm not crashing the whip
High as fuck so I'm
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phones no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing brooms buys
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
How you livin' Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
Big Ben
Y'all fight for dollars and cents like y'all ain't got no sense
Niggas killing to live, like would it kill you to live?
If you diss, get
followed me to the top by the trail of these bread crumbs
Cuz if i got it, my people do
All a sudden these niggas my people too?
The ones I invited
can't trust
Listen to the gut, 100%
You ain't making a cent
Telling you shit that I learned in my life, like, am I making sense?
No, we ain't making
Fo-five that’s by my side
Down to ride my niggas holdin' me down
Few bottles, few hoes, and me
But nigga ain't no heart in me
I’m sipping on codeine white
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
poetic It's giving birth to go out and be a great
In many ways, more than music, more like life changing
Surrounded by the Angels and the Satan's and it
from one to ten
Influenced by hydro and lots of gin
Nigga back up, damn I need oxygen
Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock your chin
And pop your limbs
and when we speak they listen
Well nigga you asked we look and we laugh
Depleted 50% of that mission right in that hand
[All the way]
[Verse 3: Layzie]
Now
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