and read What you have to say! You're here just to criticize Fuck yourself, get a life! In all these years that have passed What was your contribute To get
hos wanna get in I do a lot of things hopin' I never had to fit in So tryin' to keep up with my progress is like a dead end My girl love me but fuck
to speak my language, Rosetta Stone I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known Got the gold thriller, Mike Jackson on these niggas All I need's a
dimes sweating Giving them the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer I'm the life
under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence
get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass
good girls like street guys Skated straight past college baby street wise Don't let this rap thang fool ya I got street ties I said a street life baby my own life
You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle I can't stand a snitch, a switch real
E pull the lever Rotate the wax tehn cut an'axe the tracks Push up the levels till the red lights max Don't try to size up,you better wise up To the rap
but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
the preacher, but raised by the dope lady Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas gonna hate me I got a good heart, and a good brain You heard my gangsta story, my life
no joke Remember when me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch And talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes Yeah, they kickin' niggas
your turn) Even the paradise is a heaven The dice is a seven, you eternally burn, baby (This is how it goes) I think you need to wake up You only here
we'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right
hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man, then a mobster If it dies, let me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
better get knowing, showing A little bit more concerned about where you?re going Just a word unto the wise. You?d better get to livin?. Verse 2: A girlfriend
on the way You better get to knowin', showin' A little bit more concerned about where you're goin' Just a word unto the wise You better get to livin'. A
i refuse to lose, man that's a fact. Life is like a war and you prolly loose a few battles if you let them, they'll send you up a creek without a paddel
