Lyrics:
All my life
All my life
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
the crack scene with seventeen in my magazine
Illegitimate Ritalin look its baby Ben
Life hanging by the thread of his foreskin
The morphine got me numb now
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction.
satisfaction
we about to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers.
We breathing life back into
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
Clouded by thoughts and I’m seeing god
And I’m marking shit up a graffiti mob
( Verse 1 )
I gotta see what the fuck coming
See what the fuck Imma be
Right outside city hall
You can watch them free fall
They don't want freedom to ring
They stay true to Beijing
He says life ain't so easy
In his
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13 yea you know that we the mob bitch
Yea we love to drop shit
Not Chinese
been through
Expect me to be sympathetic
Showed you a piece of my energy
How you gon run back and say I'm pathetic
The book of my life
Open your page
claim to love a nigga when you always spreading lies ?
Fix the life we've always known, that's my daily project
Either pay me now or lose me cash the only
Do me wrong you might gamble wit yo life
Fuck you mean I'm still counting up the stripes
Do this sober I don't need no lean wit sprite
Hennessey if
Party pulling up
Get with the mob yea
Fuckin it up
We finna rob you
Finna smoke up
Nigga passed out
Yea he need a checkup
I'm not a doctor
Party
by your hand
You the realest, I'm just sayin', hotter than the Himalayas
I'ma take you to Japan, baby, let's go make that plan
Fuck that other dude,
real shit
mob ties thru hard times thats good shit
(hook)
Doin' what I do to get by
Even on the low I get high
life is on the go, I take time
maybe
gon' mob like the Genovese's
Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes
piped
Inside the lambo
Luck in my dice
Zip codes on me
But you know Im living life
Im always right
I got mob ties
Getting a check so you know
I need it
we the dawg
We mob type shit when we guiling we blast
As the job and then we dump him and slide him
Chorus: Daz
Its just the street life
that's
[big ed]
Chorus
We some mob niggas
Bust your ass out your hilfigers
No limit mercenary killers
We some thug niggas
We some tru niggas
What you wanna
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
All my life
All my life
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick
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