Lyrics:
see things through Moschino shades
Fucky fucky gyal soon catch AIDS
Not even di sea create so much waves
Front-row seats fi watch di Cubs and di
thick, dat *** Daz is major
I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor
See a fighter to the fullest, if
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
of head noddin' throw us a stack
Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
Invest in the first B-boy kid's show
Live off skid row with
the road with that boy
Got it out front row with that stick
Bang out toe to toe with that rod
Rich nigga, Helter Skelter shit
Mugged up while the bezel
take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
My first album had no
Famous guest
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
the outro
Paying a disrespectful tribute (Tribute)
Hope you by front row (Front row)
Have corruption discontinued
We hit the lotto (Lotto)
Not really though
Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys down
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
and now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay
no matter where you at, be it rain or snow
on a motel floor with a front row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I want
a quap from G
Front row after front row, I was feelin' seats
Wasn't feeling shit I lived, legit, I wish I never did
Everything around me happened quick, I
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
it
But raisin' two kids on your own, how did you manage?
From apartments to trailers, was livin' with granny
Years later, front row, it's how we sit
And now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay
No matter where you at, be it rain or snow
On a motel floor with a front row hoe
Partna pull out, get up, I want
my puppy
Yeah he's always in the front row (Here we go)
Oh nobody listens to my music
But I don't really make music for them
I make music for my dog
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
a broccoli
Honestly
I live by honesty is the best policy
While y'all retreat I'm standing front and center make em All repeat
Cool y'all with me
Haters
around
Who said life is priceless
So far your life cost me a-
Yo, it's the return of the man
I'm still alive just like 2pac
Girls in the front row girls in
niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should
knives
Making spears
Out of lights
Out of fences
Choosing sides
cnd loosing lives
There no forgiveness
Henny 3 Times
Welcome to the death row
No
knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row
This some gangster
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