inside this hip-hop battlefield, I fuck with tha don, cause them niggaz know a niggaz real, probly be killed but 2 feel like I feel is 2 be real, and
(repeat 4X.) I love your body Not so much I like your mind Infact you're boring Pretend not being of my kind You keep on talking of some girl I don't know
Rule) Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah yeah ya know It's real!!
you come around, I feel more alive, than ever. And I guess it's too much, Maybe we're too young. And I don't even know what's real, But I know I never
on me coz i got mad bitches just wanting me And i got mad niggaz just checkin' for me see I got more stock than you ever see, i be... The one that
Well I think not styles are pipin' hot Blazin' amazin' I give it all I got I'm tellin' you straight up all sleepin' beauties better wake up I'll tear
instead and I didn't know that I could be so blind to all that is so real But as illusion dies I see there is so much to be revealed [Chorus] And I
I do it I do it for my hood [repeat 2X] And every time I do it I do it for they hood And every time I do it I do it for yo hood And every time I do it
of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse. That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict
These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier Even if my collar bones crush or crumble I will never stumble Verse #2 I
the mud Must be in my blood cause I don't know how I do it All I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps of my dad Cause I hate him so bad The
Just know that, I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And i didn't feel a thang So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back... (Verse 2) I keep havin'
is in me (the fuck? !) I don’t know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit [dre] riiight? ..
pregnant too, I'm about to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I
that I caused your heart I know I'll change if ya help me But don't fall apart Rest in peace to Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato To much for this cold
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take God (?), when thugs cry, too much is
hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son Dyin luck none supply us with much guns I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya Slangin cracks
my way cause you all in my zone i got my hata blockas on (x6) Nigga talk too much pussy nigga its on ***verse 2*** walk up in tha club watch everybody
