Bleeding me home Chills through the bone Fall to Earth my sacred sparrow In your wing a medicated arrow, no? Now there's nowhere to go Bleeding me home
leave me behind Hate me today Hate me tomorrow Hate me for all the things I didn?t do for you Hate me in ways Yeah ways hard to swallow Hate me so
Big Wheels, Big Homes I'm Doin It Big Homes (Now It's On It's On It's On) Da Kids Home Get Da Patrone N Tell Em Dat It's On I Do My Two Step N Let Da
' on me She's an Angel workin' on God's train She's an Angel workin' on me [Verse 2] I wasn't born wild you know you raised me right But the roads
me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping Pastry, cruising down 8th street, off white lexus, driving so slow but BK is from Texas, me I’m up at Bed Stuy, home
a million and four, before death, pull a gun on me squeeze one in me I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me You just don't know what these streets
down ain't nothing for now, while i'm breathing I'm a ride for niggas that ride for me Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me Bleed
the things that fell behind, can't be sorry I will follow my life and all the curves that it throws me Just when I think that I've found my home - I'm
words Thoughts from a severed head No more praise Tell me once my heart goes right Take me home Get away, run away, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer
you drinkin' on? (Patron) What you sittin' on? (The throne) Relax, make yourself at home [Traci Nelson] Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton [Verse 3
they fin to attack me Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep Fuck the police, I give a damn if they catch me Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Hustlers He took a full clip from another player's 25 I told him, stay home, rest up, I got enough gunning And he said he's rolling with me, if you
And I'd give up forever to touch you Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home
my homey from the hood done relocated uphill And he tellin me, how good that the weed is The numbers on the hustle, and how we both can bleed it I'm addin
it how you wanna But ain't nothin impress me for the last three summers I don't give a fuck how disrespected you may feel Nigga see me when you see me
deja vu And the day ya'll do (Wus up!) It'll be the day ya'll bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave (tell em!) Who
to get the bread yeah that's what the students gather from what the principal said they make you think the world bleeds green instead of read but class
everythin' I want They gave me a power of rhyme and make bump [verse 3] Chinchilla coat and hat tycoon Don't call me your son! Respect me! I got at home