and wonder, my other brother's steadily goin' under. It's like a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse, Momma's crazy 'cause her baby's in a herse. Wussup
your only son But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream
ounces but nuttin' for the kids Little man know they to eat to live But he don't wanna leave the crib The kid who punched him in his face House right
. or lil mama that's hustling risking her freedom house full of kids not one of the baby daddy around she's just tryin to feed them even if she's layin
I wake up Out of this dream, see you kinetically move, a seventies jewel A star?s born, in the form of man, deep like Elijah Mommy?s only prophet speaking
regal cerebral Ceremonious masters down with the users of needles The spit is a pain for ones who move on the break Unified from the lion's gate to the
Cause you and your man is plannin' to hate (I'm so hood) And I got these golds up in my mouth If you get closer to my house Then you know what I'm takin
Enough for they slave labor. That's when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'. It's when a nigga throw a ski mask on, Run
a man who was born to have a mic on Next to me at all times, ready to kick a rhyme That will keep me out of financial bind That's why when it comes
s blood up in your mouth There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this? A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain? Live with
look out, pull your black book out Who you know pal for enough to distribute? 2.5 and that's just the tribute Anything involved with Benji's we with
the streets Y'all use beats for help, we help the beats Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, it's a
The best that ever lived it, cock suckers, what's his name? That's how we do it y'all, yeah, to all my niggaz in the house Bad Boy, who we die for all
ugly love, my *** got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was 'Humpin' Around' and 'Jump-in Around' Jacked her then I asked her who's the man
it better be his mother*** house F*** right here, this better be this mother*** house Oh s***, what, what's wrong? It's that red dot on your head man What red dot? Oh s
i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around" Jacked her then i asked her who's the man; she said, "
gonna do it like this Anytime you're ready, check it I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends You can't