Lyrics:
be by my side
That's right
Dear brother
You always were the favorite kid
Got along with mom and dad, my jealousy was paper thin
Always followed rules
both sides
These niggas oppin'
Playin' both sides
These niggas oppin'
My block ain't for none
My blessin's by none
We totin' them thirties
These niggas wan' fight me, grab my pipe, it shoot shit up in here just like Spike Lee (grr)
Write back my nigga that write me, gotta watch what I say,
the styles
Pull up start dumpin
Put em in coffins
Rock in my hands
Shoot Js in some Js
Everything nothing
Got my life together niggas mad I got my
swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon' style us
Caught up in the light, caught up in the life
I see youngin on the corner with a quarter of that
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
There’s a message that i bring to you ,a message that i bring to you , there’s a captain of our faith in the bible in his words he said to me oh my
the case
So if you're fucking with me then your hell awaits
Crazy with my style mixed with criminal traits
I'm just cruising to the beat while I'm living my
the croke-adile, see y'all niggas chokin' now
Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child
Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child
Garage,
You fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe
The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then
Bring 'em to the front 'cause my rhymes'
You fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe
The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then
Bring 'em to the front 'cause my rhymes'
say the same, fuck
Hated by everyone, that's the way it seems
I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem
I sit in my room and I
(Told Lee he'd be a millionaire)
I come from under the bottom, my nigga
Them people ain't really gon' like this
I got Ducati and cash in my
matter what you'll be digested by plants
Get a job, buy some land, forget about all of that
Music's for weaklings like yourself, do not forget that
My
you took so long?
By the end of the night
You gonna be my wife
We gonna have three kids
Picket fence that’s white
Okay, tell me what you want
spinnin.....my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin
now that's me coming wit dem playa made mexicans that's baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
You think that your my enemy well come and take a blunt hit
Youll never get ahead of me
So go and have some bitch
Switch up the style
I've been here in
gel up, when I swell up, spark the el up
By the way troop -- oops, I feel a new style developing
So safety stellar, I'm not the Baby Bubba
been a while)
Don't let the bomb drop
(Volatile)
Almost at the top
(I live for style)
Don't let the bomb drop (Yuh, yuh)
(Is that Veer on the track?)
known to silence crowds
It's my style
I
Leave em all in awe
I'm leading by a mile
Look at me now
Breeze done touch the road
Breeze is on the prowl
A night
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
a command
Got worse and worse with each passing year, I start seeing my future unclear
I got fed up by school for 7 long years and shed many tears
At the end
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