Lyrics:
cars
Used to serve hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar bars
Say Lil' Breeze best smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the century
bit more than I can stand
Oh, and all my tears, they
Keep runnin' down my face
Why did you turn away?
So why does your pride make you run and hide?
Are
then the trains would be filled
With creatures that never, no never stand still.
There wouldn't be room for the people at all
The trains would be
a nigga
Tear drop on her hand just like her man
14 tear drops nigga I'm the man
Stand my ground do mines uptown
Get it how I live nigga show em how I
he did stand
But as he walked down the courthouse steps
Billy said "My friend, you're a dead man"
One late summer night Le stood watch along
Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were hanging Joe Bean.
Is Joe still here, Joe Bean? Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right?
Well,
High on a windy hill
I feel my heart stand still
All I can hear you calling my name
Into a misty blue
I go in search of you
There in
You know just what I'd do
Would your child have a home
If it should be born
Of love other than our own?
Would I still stand by you
Knowin'
knows that I love him and I tell anyone
I'm goin' home tomorrow and see my son
The train is pullin' in now and there stands dear gray haired mom
But
High on a windy hill
I feel my heart stand still
All I can hear you calling my name
Into a misty blue
I go in search of you
There in
childhood playgroung once again
It's been a long time since I've seen my homeplace
Wonder if the trees still stand so tall
Wonder they remember how I'm
I may get along, when love is gone
Still you made your mark, here in my heart
One day I'll fly away
Leave your love to yesterday
What more
Striving for what your in for
And for your info mo' flow
Than the tightest nigga flowed in '94
So, stand and deliver
Watch nigga's shiver
Quiver in they
"damn, that's it"
I love her, then I can't stand that bitch
Is it the life of a rap star?
Way back when I was broke and didn't have a car
I still burnt
could rule the world man, if I ruled the world
Seems life's never at a stand still, even in a photo
Thinking about the ex girl, I hoed though
Like
gas, nigga
Got my fo'fo', you'll get eight like math, nigga
Still use a shoe box for my stash, nigga
Money so tall you gone need a drug round with ya
knowin' nothin' promise
I'm close as hell but still can't time it
Just ridin' trying to make it home
That's real life, fuck this song
My sons know they
Uh
Lately I been hatin' the players, still love the game
I know the sayin', nigga, I'm just sayin'
Ain't got no gavel, who am I to judge?
Get
as a caterpillar
So if you ever wanna question our ability
You better bring plenty of artillery
‘Cause we got Hillary in the gut
Don’t stand by
For any muthafucka
I heard you got champagne wishes
You ain’t worried, but your ex man
Good, cause I keep it on the night stand
Hood, ask niggers from around the way
you were still there to help you
You the chef that kept me fed
You see, I ain't scared to
Say it, it was nothing, just to play it
So I was shooting for
straight, you wanna u turn him
You burn your brother's bridges
His accomplishments making way
For your children
Still you don't compliment
Inconsiderate black
(Zaytoven) dope boys
Dope boys stand up zaytoven
Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys
Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys
I been
and my niggas workin' (We workin')
Never let a nigga fuck me out my money
I'm a virgin (Uh, huh)
Hood rich nigga, but I still eat Church's
(Uh, huh) that
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