Lyrics:
and acted in
Ways that deserve adjectives like honorable
Good and straight
But it's after 10 PM now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet
Alone
scarred 'cause I'm talkin revolution
What ya rather see me dead by a fuckin execution
If y'all probably go to bed, 'cause it's less confusion
All your see
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Lord, I'd never see her again
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Maybel Joy
Laughter found our morning's, brought new meaning to my life
I woke
prison
The judge had no mercy for this Waycross Georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence Lord I'd listen
That midnight freight to take me back to Mabel
What if I told you that I feel I'm going crazy
Baby, would you still stick by my side
Cause I been tryna get this right
I been in a fight, battling
[Master P]
Air Jordan ain't no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang D
That right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoes
pits like Michael Vick
I had to fall out with hella my bros to get to this point by the motherfuckin bitch
Sad they had to switch
The way we keep getting
I'm calling out a blitz I chase a sack just like a D line
Put a good investment inside this watch a nigga can not waste time
That nigga bitch fuck
it back to basics,
Changing faces, ain't no place for me to go,
Years go by, cause time ain't slow,
Tears are vapour when I can't flow
Thinking
the weed will probably
Keep your passion weak
I wanted to reach the real
Stars not the fashion week
Don't judge a book by it's
Cover: im the sining gentleman
Class X felony
Rottin' in Cook County with rapists facin' forty years
He'd be lucky to get a twenty-piece
My conversations with him were therapy
learned the game and flip the script, that's how I got the Oscar
This music shit got Ty moving like we Dame and Biggs
I'm just aggressive by nature, that's
Yo, yo. Its a hundred and fifty emcees.
Which one do you be? Count em.
I met a Redman in Camp Lo named Mic Geronimo
He'd Busta Rhyme anywhere, he was
it rains
You can by my slang I'm from the bay maine
A rap star piece I'm a beast on the mic
It's ten, I'll creep up in by midnight
You can check my
could be half the man you are, I'd be a star
Moms, thanks for pushin' me real far
As I proceed through the tundra and harsh winds
I think, reviewin'
.S: We don?t understand!
C. ChiCo: Why is it the way it is?
D.S: Does anybody understand!?
D.S: Don?t understand (x7)
Soon as I see it baby Imma eat it up but for now
I'm not walking in and out the house pull it out
10 by 10 until I clear it out hear me out
You ain't
line
I never fuck with drugs, I only drink for the buzz
I can handle my liquor, and my daddy is a judge
And he looks out for me
But what about
When you refer to lil deuce
Call me by ya majesty jumped in the game
An cause a catastrophe
Freaky lil bitch when I fuck try to straddle me
Judge
Kiffin, ballin so she want D2, I named her Tiffin, stand up I'm way to fly, shit Eddie Griffin, i tell em, 'shii cool', when they askin how I'm living,
Africanus, [your throne's defenseless]/
Passport is poppin [global offensive], shout L-D-N roll a seven/
Cut my fro and shredded, cadio some reps/
Now
on the ground
And stomp a mind about ten times
Sure we was just kids back then
I had no remorse for what we did back then
Six of us, one call, we'd all pack
And I wasn't gonna let this happen one more time
[Chorus]
My mother would stand for me
Every step of the way
She did not judge me
She told me I'd
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