Lyrics:
you want
May be sometimes then ya don't
But leave your mind alone and just get high
Well, by and by, way after many years have gone
And all
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
Sophomore year
You rushed for an average of eight and a third yards per carry
All eyes were on you
Junior year
Blew your knee out at an out town
em right so they won't reach these penetentiaries
'cause over the years that's what them folks want us to turn out to be, and
just release you
When
The barber shit, we ballin' flawlessly
For-ever y'all brothers tried but never to touch me
The God, heated up beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put
after Tommy, 'cause he was my brother's son
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy
"Son, my life is over, but yours has just begun"
Judge Thayer called these two good men.
I'll tell you the prosecutors' names,
Katsman, Adams, Williams, Kane;
The judge and lawyers strutted down,
of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know
lovin' than it is hatin'
Ain't that right, huh?
Well this is what we gon' do
I want all of the people out there with love in they hearts
That's
it is. South Central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god damnit.
in a letter
Thought it might be easier
The words might come out better
How's your mother, how's your little brother?
Does he still look just like
it
It still hurts even after all these years
And I know that next time, ain't always gonna happen
I gotta say, "I love you" while we're here
Do I
(Run that back, Turbo)
I know they ain't think we'd make it far (know they ain't think we'd make it far)
We done bought a hundred cars
We done
of the year, DJ Dave
And his brother designed
Put together the music
Put it out to the people
The people said I was stupid with the flow
Went to the barbershop
like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you
to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father's hall
A hey ho and me bonny o
And there was the court assembled all
The swans swim so
don't you understand now?"
(Ok)
(No, no)
(No, no, no)
I had a brother at Khe Sanh
Fighting off all the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all
sing it with me
Well all alone, all alone I've been traveling
Yeah
Traveling all along through these wasted years
Dark, dark wasted years
So dark
think that you make quote unquote real rap music cause I ain't never seen no Wu dancing wit no singing alien keep it real
Well brother I like to have
I'd never heard of weeks before
When you're 19, it ain't hard to sleep
In the desert on God's floor
Close your eyes, stop counting sheep
You ain't
the money, and the women, and the-
And the whips with the rims still spinnin'
I been at it since the beginnin'
All these girls screamin', "Logic!"
But I
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
A hey ho and me bonny o
And by him William, sweet and true
The swans swim so bonny o.
And there
(Ay, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
(Mello made it right)
Roast these niggas up, ghost these problems
Mostly toolied up goons, ghost,
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