Lyrics:
Y'all don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with y'all
It's no different over on this side
God damn, should I listen to everybody or myself?
'Cause
the rest of these niggas that fall out over hoes
Thought you my nigga forever, thought that you could be trusted
Man I found out you takin' it, really had me
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad
line
Down in the train yard out by the stockyard
Butchers with aprons hack meat in the snow
Blood has the brothers pulsing with envy
Heading for
gon' leave with half
Eighteen years, eighteen years
And on the 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his?
(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she
baby, mmm
Wants all of you
All of you
Let's start tonight, I know you're right
Oh, yeah
Over and over and over
Let's do it now, you show me how
Can
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh)
But it's too late, it's too late
She's gone
You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi
You
Though the way things are these days
Some say it’s hard to tell
And I’ve seen one little candle
Keep away the darkness all by itself
And that’s the reason
because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?
Ridin' down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin'
wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm
All these many years I've loved you
No-one has ever known
No-one has ever known but you alone
I've kept it locked inside my heart
And smiled
'Cause one of us goes in
And we all go through it
Drizzy got the money, so Drizzy gonna pay it
Those my brothers, I ain't even gotta say it
That's just
pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock
All the girls wanna
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
in a letter
Thought it might be easier
The words might come out better
How's your mother, how's your little brother?
Does he still look just like
the love stories ever told by me have had sad endings,
But yeah, shit
You look different
All these other bitches
Semi-literate, insignificant
I don't need
the years, I thought I had a million ideas
So I had to find peace and release nonsense
I do it for the art, not the content
All I really wanted was
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
ain't scared to go to hell
Only God can judge me, it's just I, me and myself, yeah
It's just I, me and myself
I love my lil' brother, he remind me
that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that
Ayy, sick of these
Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh)
But it's too late, it's too late
She's gone
You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi
You
be walking
Somebody shake me, wake me when it's over
Somebody tell me that I'm dreamin'
And wake me when its over
They say our love ain't what it
these ratchets (bah)
Call me gay basher for fucking up these faggots
Y'all niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
Yo, pass the dutch
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