Lyrics:
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend
Now
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
It's Christmas time again my favorite time of year
I need some Christmas music that's all I'm tryna hear
My kids Christmas list is longer than
mean that shit
You might find me under yo tree Christmas morning
Hide ya kids
I ain't going promise what I'm a have on ya mean
Yeah… TwoSS man
We
shift, it’s Christmas Day
We gonna light up like it’s Christmas
We gonna light up like it’s Christmas
Baby what you want, baby what you need... I’ll give
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
And its clang, clang, clang full steam ahead
Haul away, haula away HO
It’s the Christmas Schooner bringing Christmas trees YO HO
The Captain had
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
blast
Pray it ain't yo last homie pray it ain't yo last
Cuz it can be any day I promise it come fast
It be right befo' yo eyes it'll catch you by surprise
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lame
You know Major League niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
And I'ma
nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lame
You know Major League niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
And I'ma
Rican kids with pistols
Doing sign language is twitching noses
Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi?
We can do this all day, yo y'all
a young buck shorties use to let me in
Struggle wit' adulthood but I could never be a kid
Only cuz I never wanna say that I was 12 again
Yea
I sent
But you better watch how you
Talking to your step pop
Watch, I'm a be gon' in your fridge
N' walk around with my boxers
On in yo' crib, Kid
But you better watch how you
Talking to your step pop
Watch, I'm a be gon' in your fridge
N' walk around with my boxers on in yo' crib
Kid
nah she cant lose me too
Aye
Never know when ah nigga might take you life
So you always gotta have yo motherfucking pipe
12 tryna put you in ah cell
Riggity-rip the flow and ya know we gets busy (kid)
when we come through, miggity 1-2 mic check
So Boogie Bang diggity-drop your slang, they can't stretch
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
Yo, you already know who it is
We out here stampeding the rodeo
Christmas time coming up, knew y'all want a present, so I thought I'd make you one
dice in Yahtzee fool!
I "just do it" like Nike, outta 'bama
With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!
Yo next up
It's the g-o-d
Yo yo, get
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