Lyrics:
daddy good
And they feel it so they call my phone
I can't answer, so I gotta pray
Shit I don't wanna die today
Fuck niggas might just try today
But I
not gonna
Die now
Shit I’m not gonna die now, bitch (ahah)
Livin’ this way too formal life, tryna get focused on music
Shit like daily tasks fuckin’ up
badass, nigga you scary
I been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin' to kill, and you was, ready to die
Why
tractor don't get no traction
Just doin' the best I can
Tryin' to make a stand
Laughin' and cryin'
Livin' and dyin' on down the line
I'll leave my
Shady, we're back!
Nothing can stop and nothing can change it
You better just make new livin' arrangements
If you think you the top and king
It go one for all my people in the pen doing time
Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin' crime
If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep
so as we eagerly await your come out
I'm constantly avoidin comin in
But either way we gon walk again, side by side
CMC till I die
When they setenced
I spend my
Time in this cell, ain't livin' well
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial and when I die
Baptized in eternal
night
Everybody's somebody
Fast livin' there be another party night here, yeah
It's just another LA night
More stars in the night sky, I (yeah)
No
at first impressions they don't like me i don't need em. I just, keep doin what i do, livin day by day, put my money where my mouth is hundreds all in my
front of my eyes.
It's just some ballin' ass niggas down to die for the West Side.
California's the state where all bustas die.
First thought be
together by putting they shit on pause
So what does it mean, Assault on Precinct 13?
You are bout to see just what the dirt bring
It's working, that force, I
(Nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (Shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
Nigga, you ride for
vanish
I just wanna get rich and live lavish
Gang
Yuh Ay
Livin foreign livin high
Livin life until I die
Need a bag I gotta try
See your bitch and then I
all that I need to get by
Yeah in this wasteland where I'm livin'
There is a crack in the door filled with light
And it's all that I need to shine
All
just God at his work
Blow all the real niggas livin' in the dirt
I'ma ride I'ma ride
Every chance a nigga get
I'ma squeeze I'ma squeeze
I'ma let my
in a cell
And I could die any day
She say she love me and she love
Me and she jus' wanna kiss me
She like I tell the truth and
She just wanna roll
die by the end I'm talkin loyalty loyalty loyalty
If you got me then I got you yea
247 Shot clock
I'm going hard until the last play
Mama told me prey
bust you that's fly
My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by
It's either ride or die
We just boogy, advance
The rubber band stack thick
lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers
Down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was
the pulpit
Stressin' to heaven, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle
on you, so struck by ?
Get em up drive by,
Watch em gone drive by
Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die
You niggas really don't know shit,
I treat
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
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