It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse on my own album with a deal but sh** got worse fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first for
stationed in Iraq and they won't let me out My homeys said I was stupid for even joining My counsellor said that my decision was disappointing How she had good for
Some Henisy For Every Man Gone I Know I Sent No Letters But Still Free Hash Free Dee But For Not Much Longer -Dappy- Ever Since I Was A Youngen I Found
You Went To The Park Wiv Ur Friendz n let a shot off in da sky , Im a g coz if I go to da showroom, I don't have to ask for a discount , For wateva im
of Time" "For real. E'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...") Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug and there I was a young nigga with heart ain
tough talk you tuned it off Keep the four-iron there, keep on thinkin that it's for golf Nickel plate on your head, silverware is food for thought
ice A hundred and fifty K for it, that's the real price Bust it baby, wanna give me in her living room Making music for the hustlers and the real goons
rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young, all that mean to me is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
so big, I could probably sell a blank disk When my album drop, bitches will buy it for the picture And niggas will buy it too and claim they got it for
rain all spring Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you could call it statutory When a nigga blow up, they gon' build statues for
boys for your scene But we are not making an acceptance speech I found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes Every dot com's refreshing for
i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich. [Chorus] Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye
’ice cube sucka’ Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckers I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off Its a shame, that niggas die young
comments, Please I come in peace, See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave, All mommies I harbour for vouch for me, Tell em bout the time
Carter I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, kno what I'm talkin bout this is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around by myself this
and pounds is made from hustlas See how shit come back round for ya Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it See how shit come back round for ya Gotta kick in
