Lyrics:
the block
The same pussy nigga
I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it
Mama never was gon beat
get him as soon as he tired (yeah)
I seen bitches get over they feelings for niggas
Some hours after he died
Half the city be bap, the niggas who rap
Yuh it's a drought in the city 3x
Baby that's how I EAT 2x
Imma rock out wit this choppa NO slipknot
Brand new glizzy bih check out my jump shot
I
[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)
[Chorus]
Only in California
Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
the Rover (what?)
Thank God I was by Benz (skrrt)
Told my mama to pray I stay in touch with all my friends (Pray for me)
Hundred dollar bills on me now up
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
I'm all alone
By the phone
In the zone
Face the storm
Wonderin', if you ever comin' home
I try to run the streets and play
But that feelin' just
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
fuckin' with me
Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we fuckin' up the city
Since my lil' homie died, go ask the opps, every day, it been a killin'
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Samson ain't no law dog
Redneck you better out run him
Damn sure don't want to get caught
Crime what crime
We was all hopped up on new wine
And mama's
Nas, it's obvious
Step to bars, we just order dark liquors
Clear liquors, y'all niggas are s-e-x
Yes we get respected, eclectic messages
Left our
Lo to the young niggas I know already
I go back like recline, no need for rewind
Still run through flat-bush like the D-line
Usually just the ten
her
Rush a nikka them we laughing about it
See a ten, run for your life or you lose it
Young nikkas rule the city Matika
Mack on her, ask her number
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "Fuck the girls"
Fuck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
Fuck the girls
I don't need 'em,
I can still remember when
Grandpa died and our ship came in
Daddy said he left momma and him more money than we'd ever seen
And just like that we
This city run by politicians
So corrupt you won't believe
This city run by gangsters
Cars, and damage like you'll never see
This city run by chaos
follow me now ride ride follow me commit some
You can run but won't escape the lie
So many tried but died
[Krayzie Bone]
Niggas be runnin'
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
concrete
All my life mama gave me the speech
All my life somebody died every week
All my life ducking the police
All my life without soda I weeped
All
giving me your daughter Ann
When I come home and I feel like I've been run over
By a ten-ton truck she can rub my shoulders and soothe my aches
more hits
Terror Squad and the No Limit fam for life
Don Cartegena, Mama Mia
[Mia X]
Yeah, that's right
Chorus
[Mia X
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