Best to stay out of my way, Out of my face, Out of my way, So many times you crossed my path, With clenched fists I made my way, Force fed so many
译文: 恐怖. 出我的脸.
Plus it's only right to represent my hood and what not? So I'm about to do it in the music, in the movies Cut to the chase pan across to the face, I'
my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice sing out
not here too I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out I'm gone, I'm just gone But at least I author my own disaster At least I author my own disaster Performance
my crib out, can't shout F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth Threw me on the floor, called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for
want it? My skill got you haunted, my ski-mask got ??? (Marc Live) Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we blastout The wrong move, show improve you assed out
comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits Styles guns my
long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit Fat nigga with shoty was the logo kid Said my niggas don't dance
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
us trues on a daily basis Smiling faces, jealous of this Mo Thug flippin' on the risin' status Yeah, yeah, my family, yeah, my family, Mo Thug (It's my
find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets If you lookin' I got my hand on my *** grippin' in the raws Hood star, sit up in my boulevard
Verse 1: He wanted drama so I brought him pain Wadadadang Listen to my nine millimeter go bang Out goes your brains; feel the motherfuckin terror And
war, war Hustlers, entreprenaurs Anything to do with the hood That's what we responsible for Battin' you down Knifin' you up Stompin' your jaw Bail a nigga out for stealin' something out
