Lyrics:
wonder why we stay strap with a extra clip
Cause death around the corner
Can't let him catch me slip
On my block niccaz hustle and rob to live
By 19 we
the best of the youngin'
Most of my childhood friends arrested
Rest of them ducking
Or doing nothing
I stay off the blocks we played on
Adore these
felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens
when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg
Come
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
On The Trigger Rest Assure,
I Keep My Finger On The Trigger Rest Assure.
I Keep My Finger On The Trigger Rest Assure,
I Keep A Dagger Close By Bloody With A Sword.
glued the puzzle
I'ma one five nigga but my clip hold double
How you livin' by the steel and yo barrel rusty
How you gon' protect yourself when these
pro-jects
I get a good sleep when my soul at rest
CA but I represent the whole West
Coast to the death, fuck you expect?
It's the F
"That so you don't have
you
You won't block my shine
I thought I already told you
You won't block my shine
I do this for them suffering children
Who really love dreaming
lost it all and found it in my soul whoa
Went to look fear in it's eye and ain't no surprise it ain't real enough to hold whoa
I done danced with
Aye
Only rock with my woes
Aye
Now they wanna fuck with the woo
Pop smoke rest his soul
Fuck with me cuz I'm hot shit
You ain't roll cuz you not shit
Ain't never sold, my soul
For tha money that I made
Not obsessed, wit my craft,
Being famous, is not my goal
Too many devils, on my back
Wit they hands
a headstart
Fly to California, join the mega fest
Until I have the latest I just cannot rest
I'm on a safari passing by the store
I'm overdue for my
blocks in the wind
Now I got my pot to p- in
Spot in that top position
Koppin' over the opposition
Lookin' like a dog that's p-
Leg up
his oxygen, Slim
It's not budgin' like cocksuckin' cinder blocks in the wind
Now I got my pot to piss in
Spot in that top position
Koppin' over
stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take
and my body
Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
I can't die, I can't die, I can't die
Yeah, my flesh no nigga could test, my soul is possessed
By
ain't important (Aww man)
That's why I stay by my lonely
Niggas ain't real , They gon switch on they homies (At Alll)
I went dead broke and they all gave
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny Hathaway singing on the ring tone.
Was a homie that I went to school with,
the world
When I tryna rest world getting worst by being in my side! Side side you Bitch before I fucking kill someone
Dear GOD Please do not play Game
words within stone walls are buried:
'For Traitors on the block should die
I am no traitor, no not I
My faithfulness stands fast and so
Towards the block
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
gangsters on the block they all my souljas
If they need a place to rest they get my shoulder
Shoulder
I will never sell my soul
I see niggaz getting it fast I
(Foundation)
Queensbridge Crew, forty busters, shorty busters
Vernon Posse, Good Fellas, you know how that go
My man Ill Will rest in peace forever, God
a mansion to settle in
I need to talk to my moms I want a woman thats eloquent
I needa move somewhere far can't be on the block with the rest of them
Ecstasy
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