Mindless ways, so much hate so pathetic low life your ignorance and hatred wont solve a thing not moving forwards you hold us back you turn to violence
have to walk around with you on my arm Now that I'm proud to admit that we're done Good luck, trying to find me 'Cause I didn't think you could go so low
bout da endin of da world today.. COME! [Ice-T] I got a attitude as thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this
Pump it up a little bit Alright look [verse one] See I never really new life could be so hard I never really new pain til I got scared I never knew people
shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through
', you kiddin' me? We money makin' Your money fake, son, I'll call you clay 'cuz you get's Play-Doh Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin' millions on the lay low
with all types of bad lucks It's common sense - "Everybody life sucks!" Dont you know that, I knew this - My whole life The anglo-saxon, caucasian, low-life - the no money broke life
Lynch Hung) most of my niggas come and go like a foos life a couple of 40's and a joint later nut not thats why I'm kicking with the hardest motherfucker
the hasa in the casa just to lay low Make more money man that the model for the mob Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job Go hard, no job,
they be thinkin' about smokin' you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Some niggaz watch you, see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot
Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies above
star, e'rybody shine Follow your heart and not mankind For real, for real, I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine Said everybody shine, c'mon" It's not luck
't home Fate?s not around, the luck?s all gone Don't ask me what?s wrong, ask me what?s right And I?ma tell you what?s life And did you know I lost everythin
patience when it all fore go Fuck takin' it slow, I'd rather take it and blow I still roll daily, only stoppin' for my babies I'm a hard luck nigga,
see you standin' on the wall Clap, clap you deserve it all Clap, clap you deserve it all Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find The classic lady
and every cupid proclaims that he shoots it and front with a stunt to move - troop it all portray, quick to say that they're hard all the way but he
man took my money like enron broken along, things got hard however, it brought me close to god i changed my life and became a christian singer, rapper and musician ive been high, ive been low
frame inflamed crushed to dust by the next man's clutch It's infamous you fucks, intense bad luck Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street life
