Lyrics:
a cemetery cryin'
I've been lost since my
Adolescence calling for Jesus
Balling as a youngster wondering
If he see's us young black males
Crack sales got me
I be tryna find the words when I get up on the mic
2-3 zone, got me hoopin' like I'm Mike
With the Jays on my feet, kick game hella tight
Mediocre
straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music
So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music
So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South Central Madness
Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters
as the smaller one
My girl had a girlfriend I guess I am my fathers son
Big blunts of goodies
Plus she be wearing my hoodies
I ain't a fan of feets
But she still
one time, 'cause it's
One, two, to the three, four, five
Now I gotta set this record on line, 'cause it's
One, two, to the three, four, five
Now I gotta
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
the essentials, Fear of God go mental
Young boy from Adidas girls scream "Buenos Dias"
I can stand with Jesus don't come in between us
Time to make a thesis
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
Circle got smaller, can't hang wit no lames
I got the guap up, still acted the same
I got my guap up and niggas had changed, I got tired of fucking that
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
Got my young niggas moving them packs through the interstate like freeway Ricky
I was down for so much time I saw cold nights when shit got tricky
Is
was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no
was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no
on walking, walking
You can take it one by one,
Just gotta keep on moving, moving
Cause you know the buildings won't get any smaller
And you know the sidewalk
pass my by
That's why I stay oh so high
One blunt
Two blunts
Three blunts
Four
Never stop, Never slow my roll
Times so fast, always pass my by
That's why
is trapped in stench
You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
Ninety-nine cent beer
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
us
Know it's us
Jordan's on our feet
You know it's us
Twenty three
Table full of Henney
You know it's us
Hennessy
I'm a big boy now with a big ass
pass, he gon' get smashed
Haa, young nigga not more bloody than me
Hand full, I count on my feet
Pussy ass nigga ain't more Skully than me
Came in
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