Lyrics:
I can't beef with no police ass nigga
How you gon' win
Cause if I do something to you
Bitch you gon' to run to the police
And you know you ain't bout
ain’t seen us in a while, jack
Rastic, I’m god and a buggy is a mousetrap
You’ll become about that
Big homies ain’t out yet
Youngins run the city
IN PEACE
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
you aint staying home
A week or two went by
They told me homie just died
It hurts to see his mama cry
Manando the reason i did it, yeah
I’m putting
you a gangsta, just promise me today
That you won't be dead by tomorrow, cause you turnin' fifteen
He said, mama, on some real shit, I'm gon' live till
The heat-as in the two-seat-as, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank the crook
The heat-as in the two-seat-as, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank the crook
rat
So I refuse to be used by a pussycat
A nigga judge gave a young nigga 10 years
My baby mama cried 10 x 100 tears
100 nights in the cell I've cried
rat
So I refuse to be used by a pussycat
A nigga judge gave a young nigga 10 years
My baby mama cried 10 x 100 tears
100 nights in the cell I've cried
amnesia
I'm the HoodWolf, I'm the most hated by PETA
Wanna be me but you can't
Get up and run to the bank
Got water, I drip like a sink
Wrist in the X with
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
your rhymes sound like they
Was written by Clear Channel i used to
Drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows
Now every city knows the same song
It's just
forget it
I was alone ten toes on my pivot I held it down for my city
I had put on I represented my city
I shoulda known that all y'all wasn't wit me
I was
Hey mama, I get nostalgia
Every time I'm by the phone I gotta call ya
And I accept when you hit decline, I'm protecting your heart and mine
Monster,
too fat it might bust through the seams
If I run out of red I start pourin' up green
Ima druggie lil bitch don’t confuse with a fiend
She a freaky lil
of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into
pac and big
But I let my bandana hang, in the city of angles we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo way before I met 50, banks, buck and yayo
Ask
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived
Nine months later another one died
Somebody shot him in the side when he was starting up
fucked up
Oh damn he died
Oh damn he died
I'm from that city
Where you will die
Outside your door
No suicide
You catch a case
Like you was blind
Get hit
(This whole motherfuckin' album fire)
(I know if this motherfucker don't go number one, y'all niggas hatin')
(You heard it first from mama Choppa,
mind hates the attention
I'm sorry suicide didn't work but keep on living
Mama beaten by some niggas, If I see em I'm a kill em
She prayed till she
the (Artful Dodger)
Shola Ama
I told her I'mma
'Bout to get my run on so hold the commas
Times've changed now I'm older mama
And these niggas ain't solid
playin' with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up
If it ain't 'bout bread (yeah), I don't give a fuck (ayy)
See me 'round the city
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