Lyrics:
a fucking train with my forehead
I now live by the carnival dominion,
So mother fuck your opinion
I'm a looney path,
I kill pedestrians, families,
People say you fakin' it, never stayed for change the shit
But black is bein' jealous, you'd be dead if you had stayed in it
Black is strugglin' to find
carry on tradition
Now niggas got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer
Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us
The live-in-the-park sound,
and right, bringin' bitches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin', guess her husband
that I can think of
But they lied to me so now I’m screamin’ you don’t really hear me
Now I’m sittin’ in a circle by myself wit a pistol in my belt
yours, I Just live in it
We all do, We walk around and life's like jail, We live in hell and serve our sentences
And they thinking' I'd be done, but i'm
mi daddy sick
mi quickly pack an tek a trip
mi nevvah have noh time
when mi reach
fi si noh sunny beach
wen mi reach
jus people a live in shack
Man it’s all about gettin' right
I’m just trying to live my life the best way I know it
Sittin’ back, makin’ calls. God do you hear me?
I’ma leave
wouldn't live to see '85
But she would prove them wrong .. corazon kickin' strong
And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on
Back in '86 ..
bringin bitches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin
carry on tradition
Now niggas got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer
Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us
The live-in-the-park sound,
"Who's Shakespeare?" "It's me, honey" (dumb bitch)
You see this country was built by hungry strugglin' hustlers
In they twenties, now they making stupid
the streets over black coat with dirty rasta tucked in
I bet that they don't let me show my ass now
Flash out or cash out, make sure to drop that ass down
surround a fool
You won't drownd up in a sea of no-nos
When you can get caught up by hobos
Playa hatas and po-pos
You can't hear
When your head is
inch of ma family gets rich
Livin life w financial struggles, shi is a bitch
No one was asked to be in this world, yet we strugglin to live
Tell me how
strugglin'
Tryin'a form a rock up and double it and call up my cousin
What up ??, stab it, tilt it and twirl it, spit in it
Plus put a little bit of milk
mo' trial
Released on this wild earth, my generation hit worst
Will my development arrested by the government
Younga niggas strugglin', livin' life
[Verse 2: Krayzie]
For The Love Of $, I keep it funky
Just thuggin back down in the ghetto
Sleep in the PJ's they let me so I love 'em back
By keepin it
I'm sayin'?
Show by hands
Put 'em up in the air if you bout makin' dollars
And you be bout this real shit
That be to hard to swallow
Come, follow?
Me
let's get started
You can take me by the hand
I wanna know if it's truly hard, yeah
Just to live
Oh, baby, let's get started
You can take me by the hand
live by and
One that's not afraid to die, so I lay back up by Ya who up by the corner
Told Ya, that's where I want to so long a nigga a boner
Ya think
Live in a good way for her
Honor the earth
The mother comes first
Live in a good way for her
Live in a good way for her, oh-oh
Live in a good way for
black truck
It could be you, it could be her
But in the end everybody gets did up
Cause in the ghetto everybody live like Jesse James
I still question God
at times
Sometimes I wish I could live in a bubble
And it gets hard not to stray to trouble
I'm proud of me, got a family that holds me down
Real
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