Lyrics:
[Loon]
Yo I ain't really tryin' to duck no strays
So watch what the fuck you say
It's ya mouth that started the shit
Now you actin' all retarted
You ever had to fight a nigga off who had a knife
That nigga ain't even made his bed, that nigga wrote a kite
Niggas broke as fuck, still tryna give out
her a ride
I said "If I do that
You gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive"
'Cause I ain't for the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch
car
That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
Birds you had, 12 now you got a l
Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin
Drive-by shootings can't
out, yo yo
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know
by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby
and scholar
You don't have to settle but you do have to listen
I may be a little older, but our lives ain't that much different
I lived a hard life
Had
So many niggas get fucked up in the game.
See thats where they get caught out there.
Cause its not no fuckin game.
When you hear shells comin
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get fucked
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil
wasn't lovin' it, two middle fingers up, man, I'm fuckin' it
Gotta get to the bag, ain't no punchin' it, what the fuck was I on?
I really was trippin', but
Poverty stricken so our economy is cocaine
Ecstacy, heroin, marijuana ain't no hope man
Absentee fathers and dope fiend mamas
Got my hood turned out
no tide, permanent stain
Tamed, flamed, we are not the same
Leave you in the dust with an ankle sprain
Wausau, Madison, different planes
Hit a one-two
why my wrist got 2 clocks
I ain't with nun of the fuwop
Talkin shit thata get u shot
Yeaa yea u shot
fukk nigga I get ya crew shot
Me and my brother we
baby you know that I'm bagging you
I had to get a Louis, a bag or two
It is no one that is bad as you
We got new Pateks on Pateks too
Made it
stay ranting like a mad Dan Murrell
Brother college ain't like a different world
Look I said it twice 'cause you still not gone keep your dick tucked
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
thought about how that child would feel about it
Thoughts clouded, no way around it
Surrounded by all the comments about how he ain't never grounded
ain't doin it for nun
From the couch to the kitchen
We jumpin
Ain't stunting nothin
Nothin but sum good hood Lovin uh
You kno you got that
Good hood
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