this means my heart is green Verse 2 Regrets are falling to this scene Of black and white and olive green I guess its just routine that Im left standing What is
me 'cause God blessed me I wanna thank You, Heavenly Father For shining Your light on me It's been a long time since I had someone to love me I owe my
for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz
up from nothin' and uh The game so cold, my pistols protectin' me bro The streets is my tool to buildin' my legacy, uh I made it so what the fuck is you sweatin' me
2: Krayzie] Come follow me into my life, my life, my life I'm a young hustla This is to get paid as I stay clean away from bustas Strugglin is in my
't Hustle Forever? Come follow me into my life, my life, my life I'm a young hustla This is to get paid as I stay clean away from bustas Strugglin is in my
got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and then drop that science My my my, my Clan is
my folkers on the boulevard It's traditional, heavy ass for the mobb I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me
, I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind, Four that wanna own me, Two that wanna stone me, One says
Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grind Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my
in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet and you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck [Sheik Luciano] Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo Yo when my gun bust, send
roaches [Helps to get it off my chest Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is] FUCK THE WORLD [Ludacris] Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my lifes
up from nothin' and uh, The game so cold, my [blank] protectin me bro, The streets is my tool, they buildin' my legacy, uh, I made [blank] so what the F is you sweatin' me
my folkers on the Boulevard It's traditional, heavy ass shit for the mobb I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me
