Lyrics:
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
the thoughts trapped in my mind
From when we were 16
I always knew you'd stand close by as you watch me sink
Who would've thought someone my kind would be
Come this far just to leave it all behind
Know it's hard but it's time to say goodbye
16 hearts that are hanging by my side
Take them out when I
family
And It was free bro out the pen
Now that nigga free
Felt like I was 20 by 16
I was rein up on 28 by 14
Gotta get it how I live I be in the streets
Shake
See them go
All on the floor
Round it rolls
What you on
-
See them move
Pass the vibe
What we doin
We out tonight
Shake x16
-
Shake x16
Shake-
We just wanna get high, get fly, get by.
Bullshit got me askin' why
Why brothers in the 'hood still dying? mother's still crying?
Dad's running out
Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
He'd best behave, or I`ma send him a wave
Of some
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
'cause I got nothin' to do
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on,
'cause I got nothin' to do
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on,
can't remember the last time we had a drought
Plug up in New York, them birds flying south
We fuck these bitches and then swap 'em out
Chopper break
casket, 16 times they shot a king from behind for a juice box they could not find, 16 times, 16 times,
Brown folk lose their magic, filled in these closed
16's US missiles
Put some sauce on it
Tell 'em put some sauce on it
I think I put too much sauce on it
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
ringin'
Me and Lord got a clip with an extendo
And we rollin' with it, hangin' out the window
We on 16th ridin' by the police station
We might make
gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!"
These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts "Nurse we're losing him, check
the bed head
Who is it? (Fred) Who?
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door
By that time someone jumped in the window
Now what the fuck was I do?
Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep
Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a Jeep
She taught by Weezy F
We be the best, truly
out here
Doug High, big dreams, Magic City, 16
YMM, MDC (what?)
Thomasville, ABG (what?)
Hold up let me intervene (hold on)
Got my jeans from 30
to pay for Shane's new grave
And it looked so fine till the vandals sprayed it over
Time went by and the weeds grew high
And hid Shane's grave from
Gehova
We live this thug shit, Don P bug shit
38 slug shit, fuckin out in public
Nore and Maze told you how we feel some time
For pain I spit rhyme, ya
my first step,
i made it out im bringin' mad joy,
the docter looked and said he's gonna be BAD BOY!
[Faith Evans]
I remmember back in time, before
Murderers they ended his life
18, 17, 16 years old
Oh what a time to be alive
potatoes
Without the wages, to break out the project cages
Make do with what we got, use the logic that God gave us
Losin faith is enough to make a man
that brick housing
Yea the amount of times i cried,
I couldn't even count it
I could be out with the guys,
Ian even talking
Yea back in school,
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