Lyrics:
gone
Tearin' down the 'jects creatin' plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy
like yeah we want all the smoke
We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no
momma
As far as step momma's go
Daddy knew she was the one
As he baked in the sun
In a parking lot preaching the truth
Up shot her hand and she
happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck I ain'tsta
different cause she was by herself
She looked real wholesome, and in good physical health
I walked by, she said hi
Ain't you the be
spied
Albert in Alice's arm
He's my man, and you's doin' me wrong Frankie called Albert,
She shot him three or four times,
Says, "Stand back, I
head
I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
Got blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I'm never gonna make it
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (Let us fly)
Come on niggas (We dawgs for life)
When you a dawg you a dawg for life (Ride or die)
My
that, and your man is still here, and I'm still hot
Wow, I need a moment y'all
See, I almost felt a tear drop
When was the last time you heard a real
(Suppose to last)
Now all I see is niggas by the mass
(Kick them in the ass)
Fuck even bitches came to kick some ass
(Kick some ass)
Now I go I’m approache
What's wrong with our future? (4x)
Verse One:
Bust this
How long will this last?
A friend to the end, a memory in the past
You think you're big, cause
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
to switch places with the busters on top
I'm bustin' shots, make the world stop
They don't give a fuck about us
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
on the block with the ones that think that I forgot
How we was standin' on the corner with them Glocks
But I know, if I go back to that corner, I'll get shot
the A, me and D.Y. smoking some stanky shit
Shot at me last night I'm angry, so I woke up flaming shit
Nigga got caught on a date, now all his homies
than this, whoopin' niggaz down like Jack Nich
When I backflip my tactic graphics
Ooh! Redman jams it in
Due to difficulties I won't be done by ten
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah
This for everybody
You gon' be a star, shootin' from afar
You gon' be ignited when they don't like who you are
I know
got is pride
So when a nigga take it from you
Shit you gotta ride murder, homicide
So by all means necessary I'ma strive
To get my momma out the
Hood
Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
The last days, makin sure I get the last say
In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
If you
homicides, but that how it go'
Though when I see these niggas cry, tell 'em wipe your eyes
So many shots through the night, you know a nigga died
First you
been meant for me
And the riders were comin' on fast
As I held her I knew by the look in her eyes
That she'd soon be breathin' her last
I whispered
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
But I don't ask why
So at last Southern California
Sun sets enough to get by
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