's only five years left! Word is bond Niggaz don't know though There's only five years left! Hahah Remember that nigga, all you, remember that There's only five years
I get chills when you talk of hustlin ki's So I'm always where the powder be at (what it mean) I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that Stay
gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong What y'all make in a year
to jump off and Lookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up north Been like three years since when got knocked Since he got caught Punked up like five
Hurtful words From my enemies of the last five years What's it like to die alone? How does it feel when your tears freeze When you cry The blood
"Little Things" Yeah, this song is dedicated (This is Good Charlotte) To every kid who ever got picked last in gym class (You know what I'm saying, this
the torch smokin' cocaine just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose and last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom feelin' like a two year
chicken hawk and I’m hunting chicken and watermelon It ain’t nothing but hard time bailing Just got a misdomener Cause I got a deuce-five, and I’m black
Jack I hope I never come back I gots to root for my homeboys If they dont win its a shame Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in twenty-five years
doin’ with the money that ya raisin’ Exploitin’ us like the caucasians did For 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peers Died last year from gang-related
your every move, acceptance. between the money and your every move. we both know things never change. we both know static prevails. take a seat at your request. five years
Uh uh uh alright you n-ggas Uh uh uh alright you n-ggas When I become my mama's boyfriends? When I become my mama's boyfriends? He walked in our lives I was only five
draft pick easy money, that was all in Eighty-Nine locked down every block, made all gravy mine Gucci slides cost Three-Twenty-Five I, pulled up in the Three-Twenty-Five
I know Haitians, we speakin Creole Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin kilos I got twenty cars, why exaggerate? It cost me five grand just to fill the gas
Yo.. three-hundred and sixty-five days a year We preoccupy self to find life's true meaning We indulge irrelevant contradiction Contradiction which steps
if I hit the right lick I can live nice Think I'm scared to go get it you gotdamn lie My money go to lookin' funny I'm gettin' on seventy-five Non-stop
and last and always: My calling, my time First and last and always: Mine First and last and always: 'til the end of the end of time First and last and
been victims of a violent crime That took place in or around their school 8 hundred thousand sixth to twelth grade students Carried a gun to their school last year