to see The best parts of you are now a part of me Ah Mama And when it was cold outside you kept us warm and held us down... [Mom]Hi boys, who wants
pure no more And I know they gotta cure for this shit, we ain't rich First we lost Eazy, then we lost Pac Biggie got killed, when this shit gon' stop?
like a ghost town Would hype some trash The BGs got the hood hot With whites and rats The old folks is mad at us cuz they kids is lost How you expect
'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To
I believe in this feeling Turn it up, turn it so loud It don't ever stop No no no no Turn it up, makes me so proud I believe in this feeling Well you've lost
I had recently Say they got me on CCTV And them pussyole boys told on me Can't understand why these boys keep snitchin' Can't understand why these boys
fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
Ha ha [Verse 1: SPM] I gets down and dirty Stood at 7:30 My team for a birdy I don't think ya heard me Take a journey to where boys Die too
caught up with them pills Already on the test, they tryna give him 12 years You don't wanna talk that murda game We got blood on our hands, block boys I done lost
can't maintain better slow your roll boy money, hungry Ain't no ho boy that's for sure boy and you know boy I'll whip your ass like four boys, you're
ain't about rap We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys Man I was born
dirty south Ran with the boys who were serving clucks Mashed up with my homies just to make a buck You know where I Came But Look In My Eyes I hungry
city, going nowhere fast You're on your own at last Hey it's getting late, where will you sleep Gettin' kind-a hungry, you forgot to bring something to eat Oh, lost
my money was a NBA team and I was the, head coach of the squad I'd be Jeff Van Gundy, wastin all of my funding My wallet stays hungry Mad like Pooh with
re probably really hungry. Think about what I'm saying] F.A.T That is me But I didn't used to be I was hot. I was hungry I was loose. I was free Then
Gimme your tired, gimme your poor, yeah You need to be free, yeah Your hungry huddled masses Screaming me, me, me Gimme danger, gimme sorrow Gimme heat
by the passive observers. * They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out, Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision and possibility? What
the spring of 1856 with the snow still on the ground Two little boys were lost in the mountains above the town The father went out hunting, the boys
