Lyrics:
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
the beginnin'
When the world wasn't listenin'
Now that I got your attention
Let us in with the benediction
We are gathered here today
Paying our respects
home
When I go to the movies, I don't take a telephone
And I'll buy the gas, but you oughta get the air for free
But that's just me
I've never been
the flame
Where niggas be takin' drugs just
To ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT, your bitch wrote me
First day home
when I come home it's on
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The D.A
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
they flaunt it I move on it
Daggonnit now who want it
Drink a lot of 151 I'ma get it done it's really fun when I be killin my opponent
Don't be so
cake straight out the gate (uh)
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin'.. "Why spend mine when I can spend yours?"
Disagree? Well
Front no kicker, Glocks spitter
Black and gold flack across my face when I get you
Three women tipping, turning up the alpine sure
I'm fakin'
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
but when I try
To holla, she gon' resist
In her man she trust
So when I walk by her
She be screaming this
Fuck them other niggas cause
I'm down
get better when your sittin by the minute
Consider movin a mountain never stopin' never limits
I'm to the finish an when it's competition I'm diminish
The women fall out when I let em touch my hand
I get out the plane into a Mercedes Benz van
TVs all over with chrome 20 inch fans, damn
Got damn
Man I am
Have a guess.
His tiny mind's been scarred
Lionel touches women when
They're walking through the park
He goes through people's gardens
Nicking
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
for you
Is you wit' me?
I got your back boy
Well lets get it
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I promise I
is me on my own
Let's get it on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)
This is me on my own
to greatness, before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers,
Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers,
Diamonds on my chain look like
to respond
Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or demise
(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)
Bitch,
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