as hard as mine, I had to hustle, chop, sell drugs, grind whatever you wanna call it that's fine, but just listen and don't pre-judge I don't want anyone
veh ha-rach (My good and tender son) Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad (Don't be frightened and don't be scared) My son, I have nothing I can give But this
matters, I'd rather stay home With you, I'm never alone Don't wanna wait 'til you go Whatever you do, just don't leave me Last night, I couldn't even
still leanin' Money out here, so a nigga still schemin' And I don't make music, but the muthafuckin' critics They don't understand 'cause they ain't muthafuckin' livin' it And I ain't
didn't hit it, now pay your dues [J-Bo] Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough And for all who don't
and I know Gotta lighter, fire it up and just blow And just puff till you can't no mo' We in the mix, backfacin' cuz that's just how it go At the bar
to find It's 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around (J-Bo) I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit' Now what the hell, just
hypnotise you with every line I'll need a volunteer, how about you, with the eyes? Come on down to the front, and stand right here and don't be shy I'
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy No, he won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but
oh I don't know, I don't know what caused, I don't know what caused me to be this wayme to be this way I don't know, I don't know by I probably be this
Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side Cuz i don't
my left and Desert Eagle to my right I ain't come in this bitch to party I came in this bitch to fight Although I can't stay here to fight cuz I'm poppin
I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigger had
, emcee's don't see me, believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve, when we leave, dog fo' sheezy, can't leave rap alone, the game needs me, 'till we grow
bad you couldn't do good at marriage And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued
upa up in those kilts, man you don’t want to go up in those hills, up in those hills, uppa up in those hills You better beware, stay clear of buffalo
cash. Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash. Don't look now. How you like it, raw. Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender. Death is for a son to stay
we workin at it, and now the arguments are gettin loud, I wanna stay But I can't help from walkin out just throw it away Just take my hand and understand
