I've released my heat towards a situation I just can't control anymore And it looks like this is trying to kill me just like the better offense I tried
and all I see is blue Chucks Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4 We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one
I haven't moved one inch from this here spot Traffic Jam The freeway's one big parking lot Traffic Jam Now my back teeth are floatin' and my nerves are shot
on the phone (cause they locked up) But you still trying to act like ain't sh*t enough Mad sieves in the park, mad fights in the park niggas talk how
my Rolly My Magnum my forty South Jamaica shawty these losses I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind,
It was a very cold clear fall night I had a terrible dream Billy name and brigid were playing under my stair case On the second floor about two o'clock
the air like this so everybody can see um And when i say hip hop......ya'll say one love! Hip hop! One love! Hip hop One love! Hip hop! One love!
this so everybody can see um And when I say hip hop, ya'll say one love Hip hop, one love Hip hop, one love Hip hop, one love
's drivin' a black Mitsubishi) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear
ass cops What we have here the chief embraces In his hands he pulls out two briefcases A picture popped up on computer One woman, one man, sharpshooter
the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin' cream no one considered them leech Think about it now, that's damn near one
Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all Lay down nigga It's the ill Na Na Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y
the phone (cause they locked up) But you still trying to act like ain't sh*t enough Mad sieves in the park, mad fights in the park niggas talk how
on the phone (cause they locked up) But you still trying to act like ain't shit enough Mad sieves in the park, mad fights in the park niggas talk how
Why must my visions be so clear The truth, the truth, I've got work to do I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown
a light, right Letting her go is gonna be a slow process One kiss from her lips took the stress up off my chest Riding shot gun, body tight, couldn't hold it in Had to park
