more time again Why are we born when we must die guestions and no answers in my life must we believe, must we believe in god I walk my way to the end of my
Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my
it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at me It's sad to see I be bustin' my ass I'm down for my grind
i make you girl boss vososo you so fabolous loso now imma show you my austin powers mojo yea i got green like my last name is rondo ballin for a minute my
from my head to my shoes im steady rockin till my heads gone all my bad chicks put your hands up im so fly im so cool im drapped up from my head to my
we got a fuckin' own Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my
this shit bruv, swear down, just as things start looking up, it all goes to shit again, story of my fucking life! I don't wanna live my life this way
then pass it on To the cypha' of dreadlocks gettin' stoned Roll a fat joint, twist it at the end 'Cos I get high with a little help from my friends Everybody
my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid" Arrested, molested myself and got convicted Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises 'Cause my
that I'm on my Deen Down to get down anytime by any means Known to be OT, reppin on any scene And all about the paper, we stackin up plenty green From my
s and my stomach holds plenty But my pocket's got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty Quite simply put me and my pockets share interest I'll never
the rat cave to a room with a view My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc' You can comprehend the verbal
gon' get out this shit?" These niggas don't know what they about to get A one way ticket to Hell my gun dealt Bust my gun at three and one fell The
time gets right I'm gonna pick you up And take you far way from trouble my love Under a big ol' sky out in a field of green There's gotta be something left
, niggas just be seeing me cussing How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing Just to style you head in, you drove to a dead end So what you
me I'm gonna let 'em swang Without them thangs So if them cops rush them lanes Put their names up the wall Exactly where you left the green stacks Money
what I feel (feel) Cause it's the way I been actin' before I got my deal I got my pimp cup, hair braided, car bladed (yup!) I got my lime green gators
the hooker play the ho for another one Late night hustlin' in the projects, O.C. My brothers in the dark an' were way past OD Just flipped my money, feelin