Lyrics:
remember I ain't have shit
Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick
Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga
Stand up nigga, I will
Get in the pick-up truck, we're goin for a ride
Come one man, it's a downhill slide
Remember the dead boys
Crawl in the back, we're goin' downtown
amazin'! (amazin')
I'm alive, I got by with my life!
Every time I look around it seem
Like I'm in trouble, pressured by the devil.
Lord I love You
Just Ask Around, Like 50 "I'll Back You Down"
Run To Ya' Crib And Snach Ya' Pounds, Everybody On The Ground
You Know My Niggas Hold Me Down, What Goes
Nostalgia hit me as I recall the day I knew that I loved you
You passed me by on a starry night
How could I forget, you were stunning
A vision
You wake up and there's something there tugging at your sleeve
It's not the pitter-patter, the one in your dreams
Held on by the chain,
Baby
Baby
Baby
Baby
Baby come here let me get your number
I'll be Bruce you can be Boy Wonder
I don't wanna wonder what you want
We can keep it
a voicemail I'll get back to you in a minute
Tried to look past me til I lit up now you blind by the truth
I got a low tolerance for bullshit I'll dismiss you in
don't know how they're still calling
Just come back to bed, I'll fix all this shit in the morning
It's nothing I can't handle, don't wanna waste these
part
Won't you come over here and play your part?
Yeah
Boy, I hate the wait
And by now I think you know
It'll soon be late, tell me why
Don't you follow
Baby’s back at the crib
Waiting for the tide to come in
Will love outlast this cigarette?
Baby wanted a kid
Well she got one on the skids
And he
myself feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 year that God made me
89 I started to get mine
99 I started to write rhymes
Come, walk with me baby
bands
I'm back at it i bring in 50 bands
Just for my smoking habbit
By any means necessary
I gotta make it happen
Got the game on crues control
I'm
with my tee on
Beat her in the morning by the kitchen with the tea on
Thirty birds comin' in Atlanta, just like Deon
Nigga wanna argue on the net,
making me cry
1-900-USA-NAILS (oh baby)
I get one phone call a day from Molson County jail
1-900-USA-NAILS.
98 cents per minute cash or credit, check
speeding too much
You are putting yourself in danger
You are putting others in danger
Be very cautious
Remember your family are waiting for you to come back
give it to me
Can you baby please
Fuck a facade, we all bare to God
Fuck wit the rod, need more then a nod
Say it out loud, just wanna be proud
I got yo
a photograph of Mary
I keep it lying by my bed
And everytime I look up
I get so badly shook up
I wish that she were here instead
Na na na na na na
Come
the hills where I'm tryna go
They wanna be me they copy my flow
Had fifty cent going straight to the store
Step off the block gotta stay ten toes
Say less do
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
learnt that a sucka nigga come with a jealous gene
If you from the hood then you know what "whatever" mean
Some making a movie, some niggas is never seen
window pane
I'm gonna camp by your steps
until I get through to you
change your view
'til you come back to me that's what I'm gonna do
yea I cannot see anymore yea
Went from 20 tah 50 I come up from nuthin
Loosing myself
Ripping n druggin
You envy the way all my niggaz is bubbling
though
People say wallahi
Like they aint just swear to god Though
I need some marlboro lights
When I get off the flight
And you right by my side
But it
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