Lyrics:
on the way home
from work every day
at the local saloon
to drink half of his pay
when he came home at 10
she would walk out the door
to a part time position
my homies
Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Could you imagine me with no
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
Intro/Chorus: The Lox
Can I live til my last day
Hittin honies that be na-sty
Gettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't
Thank god for rock bottom
Thank god for me falling down
Wasn't for all my problems
I'd have nothing left to talk about [Woop]
Live a life you would
runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my belt
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So
Damn, the bastards must be runnin' outta niggaz to arrest
Yeah, oh yeah, this goes out to all the families
That went through the struggle
Yeah, from
Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggas to arrest
This goes out
To all the families that went through the struggle
Yeah, from the heart
Remember Me ( Patrick Day Tribute)[Extended]
I am Patrick Day..... Yo yo my brother (You knew this
One was coming) we down here missing you. In
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
breakin and enter
Move quickly, but no runnin
Shht, I think somebody's comin
Hear the front door key, and I flee
out the back door with a fist full
Damn, all of my niggas Benz
I still need me a new Beamer
E30 stunt with my friends
Let it all work out I'm a flex
I ain't been in no body's gym
I live
new friend
cnd um, I like my dosage any time of the day
I really think that it's workin'
It keeps a smile on my face
I think you'd better sit down
it's a good day
Runnin' games on a bitch like I'm EA Got my bitch and her friend, it's a three-way
Tongue kissin' in the whip, make em' replay Toe
to dem muthafuckin cluckers
If you want something come and get something (2x)
[C-Murder]
I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house
I'm not P but I
down down down down down down
I hate your guts,
Good mornin', how ya doin',
This everyday, that's how we fuckin' do it,
I'm out the door,
If not
Monte had to sit down so fuck the feds still
Got out Manson and Vic de Ville
We from the gutter, nigga, all day
So now it's ghetto ponytails, nigga,
my homies
Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Could you imagine me with no
the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin'
as day
Runnin down the street like _Three The Hard Way_
I approached the stop, the temper grew
And then the girl screams out: (Yo, damn it, don't move!)
bye
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me) Repeat 3x
I live by the trigger so I die by the trigger
Yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
make you wish you
hadn't stuttered.
Verse 3-(Mystikal)
Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM,
that's that bastard,
an as soon
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