Sing My Song

O, O, O, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga I come from scrambling and gambling men Starving stomach touching I hustle with the hand of hand men But the ambition got the tables turning 'Cause now I coach coke up for the post I let seven go like Chicago did Tony Kukoc Let them falls revolve through a ski coat Keep in mind this nigga ain't got no dough Committed crime and all he did was switch coke And that's gangsta In the hood that I know 4 niggas at least 7 dead And 3 injured and that's danger Enough to put the cops under pressure That's why we never listen to mami's lectures The techs the only thing that can protect ya That's why we scream fuck these coppers And tote gats big enough that as soon as they poppin Have you screaming louder then the opera Now roam through the streets of Philly With a nigga so you can understand a lil betta Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga Yo my song is like Louis Armstrong's but instead of blowing the flute I was blowing glocks of the roof I've seen a lot of my friends in a box in a suit It happens so often you don't get a chance to regroup My life is like a song and I'm singing this sad ballad Wearing that same weared sweater like Fat Albert One thing about O you can't call him a snitch Been shot nine times and never approached the bench Remember us struggling like it was just yesterday Matter of fact it was yesterday Welcome to the ghetto this close to a hearse At a funeral the first time I went in a church But I pray to Allah to panewat the aisle I can't crack down man I got to be a fighter The song don't change 'cause we signed to a lable We still caught bad breaks like Hardaway ankles Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga Yo now Jeremiah stay madder then a muthafucka Till he had 40 money champagne wishes Argues on corners with hood rat bitches Looking at what he had for role models bunch a alcoholics and junkies Riding in 77 caddies smoking on Woollies tote on long rusty revolvers Sticking up young workers for they packages Like fuck coppers 'cause basically the Rolling Stones be homeless So when the cops catch us they don't run from em They figure three hots in the cops it'll be alright with em Plus niggas they ain't seen in a while they be uniting there Making home made wine shooting the breeze Smoking squares at the chi chis Self-made whackers razorblades tape and toothbrushes Life is school to the new comers Shit the closest they come to the bricks Is dialling gunya books Life's a bitch in the beginning Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga