sun From shining and, and the world feels heavy Oh I can see my eyes have kept the pain From a world that is empty again And I feel my life is at
my life So now im pickin up my money Tuck my pistol n my pants bet him 20/20 mo' So I left it like a grand Dope game bitch u can play if u wanna
to L D vo or maybe D M P i tribe called Quest but when u called too much then i called less u would always complain bout my small text what you call
verse 1 I do hits for my go-getters, to my O flippers All my Rose moe sippers, tell the Feds to take more pictures I smile for the camera, my niggas
P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang all down the way We gotta put 'em in check 'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit I'm gonna blow his
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto
[Havoc] 1 2 1 2 [Prodigy] Yo however do u want however do you need P My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality You walk a fine line playin
We U P S body parts back I don't get the newest Benz I get the newest house, newest business I learned that from my Jewish friend I brake bread with
babe (I love ya babe) But man im in a daze (in the daze) Verse 1: Roscoe Dash Roscoe Dash! Got my V.I.P and my winning wife while my mind is like
need it in my life, I want it in my life Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels I'm a
I got the Lord in my life not 'cuz religion But the fact was a nigga had dreams an visions Never listened to grown folks I did my own thang So mutha
Nik Nack is in the house for the four My niggaz locked up, left a kilo, it's good as sold Stole gumbo pot, creamery rise to the top My limo even slide
[Intro] S-O-U-T-H, M-E-M-P-H-I-S, take a guess Can you figure it out, huh you see that park sign Huh, you know what time it is on, yeah.... [Verse 1:
put the Rivvy on blades When I got that 'lac money I candied the Escalade Got that screw in my deck, a house or two on my neck A couple cars on my wrist
know ya' heard before If we called you a bitch, you deserved it, hoe I cop bricks of the crack an' take it to my block Strip or my trap, my block strip
family and his terror squad N.O.R.E, P.U.N, see you then, again Ma, I just lost my friend I can't answer the phone I just lost my friend It's mourning
ten And when Capone come home, we gon' triple the cent Yo, I love my family, treat my folks of kin Rocking air and better, like a Mexican Shotting at my
money.. yo money You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And
