Lyrics:
it to give
Yo, posted up in cul-de-sacs, with plastic gats and fifty packs
Niggaz they pull drastic acts, twenty stacks will get ya whacked
I touch ya
with your maker?/ bitch get the fuck up out of here/ you're nothing but a faker
Chorus: 2x) You say im young blood/ but i kill just as good as you/
Oh, this poor little
Christmas single
Will never find an album to get in
Will never be where he belongs
Never get hugged by other songs
And share
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
the city of Los Angeles")
Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the niggas will be
Hotter than cayenne pepper,
Practice what we preach before it go
Yes I got the gift to gab fo sho
Will I have to get the gat? No no
Yes I got to get the gat fo sho
But will have
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.
Back at home, it's afternoon
Six thousand miles away.
I will still be there when I get
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
of us that we love
Stand by them and stay close to them
And I say that if there'd been a couple of more a
little closer to Dr. King he wouldn't have
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
Of which they make is more than 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse for time for
now
I'd rather live by a dream than live by a lie
And that's why
There ain't no cure for what i've got baby
We just have to suffer
I feel no pain,
of two
It's not Romeo and Juliet, it's me and you
You're being handicapped by a Don Juan rap
You can hope I disappear, girl, but I'll be back
'Cause I
Two revolvers, I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty who wit' me?
My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief, yeah
There's too much confusion
Mmm, I can't get no relief, woo
Business
learned was to make enemies
Knew nothing but the streets now he in the penitentiary
He called his momma from the jail phone he only get one call
Momma
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
discriminate I flip a bitch too
She got to be eleminated I kill a bitch too
She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her
To let me drop her off by
get to smash
This fuck's for you
I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive
Cause like a Brinks truck
They know there's money inside
I'ma take a little
a brother he's agreed to give
asalaam alaikum, shake 'em, and whitey can't fake 'em
And if they try F.O.I. will break 'em
(Wu-alaikum salaam and I'm (??))
of the Limo)
" who's credited with discovering Boyz I I
Men (and now Meek) "He was with me when I was a kid
" Meek says of his former manager
With whom he
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