Lyrics:
twenty-five
If I make it out at all, I pray you're right here by my side
And if I'm going down then I'm going down true
If I've got anyone to thank, then
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
we stomp in this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
Uh, uh, uh
I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
Top down, she got flew'd out (whoa)
On the back seat with the extendo (yeah)
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by
' through my mind
Stop the clock, see I'm runnin' out of time
And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man
Dressed in black out to jack me a game plan
The cowboy's lady is cryin' tonight cause the cowboy is out on the range
Runnin' and ramblin' and chasin' some stray and good cowboys don't ever
got real
Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field
Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film
I ain't never your kind, late but I'm
the fuck out my way
'Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day
I can't buy her no drink
She can't ride with me
I don't know her and she
Can't stand beside me
snuff it out
And you're gonna die
We come from the north
We come from the ice
We live dangerously
And very short lives
We fight day by day
Sailing
We kicking down your door (kick your door)
No not baseball
But I run up in your home (not baseball)
I'm so cutthroat I will cut
You in the throat
Know, there's danger in the lesson learned
Slow down before you crash and burn
These my day-ones I'm surrounded by
So everyone you see me with is
a quarter-pounder, threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin', movin' tabs expired
Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out slid skittles
Tinted
Midnight
Lock all the doors
And turn out the lights
Feels like the end of the world
This Sunday night
There's not a sound
Outside the snow's coming
and live another day
Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, hear my tires screechin' in the back
'Amonos, dámelo, caete con
"Why you out here so late?"
"I worry 'bout you every day"
I was on the road, yeah
Securing a bag, yeah
Getting that cake, yeah
They missing
'Let's rise and shine. Good mornin' you all'
And I sprang to my feet to greet the newborn day
When I kissed my baby in the station door
That whistle
continues
Waking up like every 2 hours, looking out my window
Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door just in case
When they bust in, I bust them and I'm
the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They're out
To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be (to live and die in LA)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see yeah
This go out for
And get the fuck out my way
Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day
I can't buy her no drink, she can't ride with me
I don't know her and she can't stand
I'd have written it down, the way that things played out
When she was kissing him, how I was confused about
Now she should figure it out, while I'm
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