Ah shit, I'm sick of niggas jumpin' up with choppers Runnin' for your shit, tryin' to make another nigga stop ya But it's on cause you up against a real
, motherfucker you sad You a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes To chuck you a bone, and stop
He break your neck to roll a pass, nigga Don't even stop to say "Whattup", 'cos I bust for the fuck And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up Next time you stop
losses I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck load my Pop dead, but he live through
me out in Cali with my eyes open barely Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop
, tellin' ya, stop frontin' I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough
'all niggaz think y'all do dirt, we do it more My man turned 14 shirts into a store Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it The dead president
the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick It's on, ain't nuttin' gon' stop us now Gotta
Ia??ll do it till you get enough, and i beat you dead and red and stuff what it do, what it is, I see you havena??t read enough this is the life I chose
sleep When the outlawz there I know it's rainin on your block nigga (nigga) You can't quit it And you're prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga) You shouldn
Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams As coarse as it seems Aiyyo, Work [Cee-Lo] I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long enough to dream It
around it's another day Hey now, when you see me you would know that you saw me Because he always got on his game and his good shoes Difficult to stop
fifth around it's another day When you see me you would know that you saw me Because he always got on his game and his good shoes Difficult to stop creating
stop dreaming of the quiet life 'Cause it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus 'Cause those rosy days are few And stop apologizing
I searched out my companions who were lost in crystal canyons When the aimless blade of science Slashed the pearly gates It was then I knew I'd had enough
before I get started spark up the Laurelton Light up the night up, now let's get it going To the mothafucking top, I don't mothafucking stop Till we find