Lyrics:
I wanna crawl up and get what I want
Got crystals on all my guns
Makin' it snow in the party with friends
Who I love
I wanna stay up and stare
story,
One by one it's just the same,
"They've taken our leaders,
And all their believers are paralyzed,
And now we can't turn back, somebody is
lead just through the skyways
And touch back down on the one-way highway
Got a bus with 21 beds,and if the door swing open it's 21 heads
Nickel plate
When we were younger, life was simpler[00:13.86]We could talk to bugs and wish on shooting stars[00:18.42]When did it get this hard?[00:21.09]When we
me, there's just one way the cynic and me can survive
A lesson less learned by some
Garner respect with a big fucking gun
Speak as loud as you want,
Over 21 still a savage
No drive by walk out and blast em
Make em dance like Michael Jackson
I need a poetic Janet Jackson
Be yo Pac give you thug passion
a mere observation[01:16.87]Searching for the truth but for granted I was taken[01:19.33]I was just a loner missin' a component[01:21.78]A lock without
with glizzy with 21
Sky roasted my bad for boastin
Swisha scholar she got a gift to gab she swallow
Bust the gun my tip is hollow
Point of my
I walk through this bitch by myself with no worry[00:29.24]Top priority, I told God, don't you hurt me[00:32.21]They keep on bashing me, I told mama,
gun, fuck bein' 21
Somebody better tell 'em
And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there
I know my brother jealous of things that I got in life
Not knowing sometimes his is what I wish mine was like
Prolly should tell him instead I just
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All
innocence is long gone
Replaced it by the truth
Hard pills to swallow,
Like you didn't eat food
And I still feel guilty for it
Even though it wasn't my fault
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
of October
Yeah I'm doing better for myself
And my birthday's coming up just around the corner
And this year I think I wish for something else
So I'll keep my
You know how many shits I give? I wish I did
So I could quit giving these twisted little kids ideas
This just in, Britney just dissed Justin
She
People can't share their problems anymore
People so sad, they can't give accounting for
People working hard, they just need some time
Take your time
I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer
I got
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
So I pulled the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thing
I used to have this theory, keep three bullets in the gun
It was a mandatory year up
of wishes[00:22.58]And you're right on top of it cause I've been waiting for long and the time is here[00:27.21]Everywhere I go, I feel the love in the air[00:29.60]A
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta
means I'll die young
Life it ant that fun
Just give me that dam gun
My life is ending
My life is ending
I want love
sometimes it's conflicting
Daytime
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