before black hook You on your last and only way of ever living And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin' Gettin' fold, now whether
don't let me die tonite I got words for my comrades, listen and learn Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt Gettin higher than a motherfucker
21 Gun Salute All the time I'm ... Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin
've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark
me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me Please give me shelter, calm my fears Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears I see bodies gettin splashed
my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (
about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K For cats like you, crime
punch 'em with every nine I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on Paroza's, 94 cuz I commit tha crime
all around So you lend a hand to peace on earth Here's my piece, now what's it worth Yea, but it's all right When you can't define the crime Then life
day Now I'm feelin low down even slow seems way too fast And now the booze don't work and the drugs ran out of gas Chorus The buzz that you be gettin
Just like a group of happy children Yo its such a feelin To see all of my live ballers (Carry on now) Oh see how I be gettin so passionate I get a real
up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off Gettin they peeps fucked
hey yo (it’s just another case of that old pta) [charlie brown] Aahhh Yo teachers hate me the girls don’t take me Because I’m c brown (class clown) Gettin
is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones (Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone) [Busta Rhymes
This for my hood mamis Y'all hard to be trust but what's good mami I would grip you up if I could mami 'Cuz you ain't gettin' fucked like you should mami
on the grind and tryin to get with the dough (dough) Game's to be sold, can you dig what I'm sellin? If it's a crime, they gon' say that I'm felon Sexual
bust my nine But if I have to, I have to, its all in the mind I stay ahead of time while y'all fallin behind Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime
