don't work in this society The game got potential but it's lacking the variety Fans getting bored they don't even wanna buy CD's Nigglas ain't selling
Hook: Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know
Hook: Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid Don’t front, you know
YOU) I'm tatted up, cause I love takin pain I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change" I ain't petty player, I buy the whole thang My work
I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through
up In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers Whats leakin up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby No more no less Baby
I know it) Now I don’t wanna do (please) but you’re gon make me do, but I (Don’t make me do it. Don’t make me do it) If I have more drink [Verse 3:]
between the line I escape when I finish the rhyme (aiyyo) My pops said he was in love when he made me Thought about it for a second, wasn't hard to
the page I can't go back, we learn to live with hate and respect A tale from the heart prevail through the pain and regret Whether, you police or a thug
't talkin rollin Soon as the beat knock I'm crown controllin When I hear y'all that's an awful sound I don't ride beats, I take 'em off the ground Land
bullets rang, shotguns and mac millis Spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game And deuce deuces can't stand the pain Little guns ain't
, who Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life I wouldn't have it any other way
From falling down the drain Feeling drained from the maimed Mutilated, diseased, disastered, deficient and dead Raging waves with no name Raining pain
I should write speeches Father forgive me, I sin with the women Im'a prince with the vision but a king with the written If the world don't end when I
to be twisted Plus your name's unlisted Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle Your brainstorms don't even drizzle But my brainstorms gives lots of pain
