Lyrics:
got 15 years
Just chill and relaxing
Cause i got it, I swear to God that I got it
I swear to God that I do it
Swear to God that I do it
And I ain't even
around the corner? It's a drill (it's a drill)
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal
I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys
Walk up
sang all over the world and has become the Bullock family song that is sung at all major family events.
It's actually a simple song, but when
silly of me, no really, it's free
Aye you can use the phone like a new computer wand
That's an Ethernet pun, cause dial-up's all done
When it took twenty
only changed me
All these tears
And all of your lies
All these years
And now we're saying goodbye
It's over, babe
Can't believe that it's over
over 25 years
Rest In Peace Stanley "Tookie" Williams The Third
And to those who also been murdered by the hands of our government
We will not stop
for these crimes, I'm innocent better believe that
So one day I just sucked it all in
I rolled with newness became something to believe in
I started
schedule looking hectic
I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino
Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion
I mean passion over money,
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
these crimes, I'm innocent better believe that,
So one day I just sucked it all in
I rolled with newness became something to believe in
I started pushing
Williams), Maharishi, DPMHI
Shout to Harley Bleckmen, Damien, and my big brother Nash Money Dollars
Alex, shout out to mag the over Slammin' Kicks, Dough
How you feel
Overseas flow, take your ho over the water
She ain't never seen a nigga say "bonjour"
I got left wrist and it
Looks like it's a clock
Oh my
fast, ya can't shake it
Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation
That come's from seven hard years of dedication
Fuckin' with B.G. nigga
I'm
your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and it is still all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's overstood
I was overlooked, I
together once a year where all of her brothers and their families would agree to meet at my uncle's house in New Jersey and celebrate Christmas. My parents
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
but I got bigger plans
Lord just help them see in all belief ain't no more "bigger mans"
If I find what I'm looking for, it's over for me
Yeah I see it
Half a year of killings
Half a year of murders
Half a year of yelling
And it ain't no body heard us
Half a year of bombings
And the world is
a dream
Though it seems like reality there'll
Never be peace long as there's
Fiends on these Cali streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
Puttin' truth in all these rhymes
State tried to shut a nigga down
Gave my nigga Chilly all that time
People think it came out of nowhere
It's all by
loud, funny
And mad cool he kept it so real
With me from the jump, like
"Stay away from all these bitch-ass
Niggas none of them are your
Friends" Him
dem same way (real way)
Link still good even if mi no talk to mi brothers dem daily (say it again)
Link still good even if we kick off and mi mad at dem
all down Maynard Terrace
Did it myself, ain't no blemish on my rep
You can come see for yourself
Watch where you step
Mumblin' under your breath
I
your little ol' R&B +BULL+
you play all day and night
I represent Los Angeles all over the United States
and you ain't did NUTTIN for me
Think about it
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