i wear. go fuck yourselves, cause i don't care! it's all who you know, it's all politics. i'm through with your games, i'm through with your shit!
Who says i need you to make my decisions? who says you can rule my life? who says i need you to make decisions? i won't stand idly by under your control
Painted piece of a city block, out come the nightsticks and down i drop. ticket me with outrageous fines, my self-expression is now an expensive crime
Once a bond of love and trust, now that's all but faded away. we're nothing but a shell of what we used to be, cold and bitter from this decay. what
hate this shit its got no soul sincere as cardboard and almost as exciting boring bpointless oulless its not what i thought punk as for i hate this shit
: you can?t run this is for what you live you gotta cope with things that used to smell like shit dislike it integrate, do not communicate compromise
: (feat. Trey Songz, Juvenile & Lil Wayne) [Intro:] Wisha, wisha, wisha wannnn It's B Gizzle (Heard me) (Cut the music up, Ya that's good) Too Hood
a nigga go They do the same ol' shit Everybody a nigga know They do the same ol' shit Every time I'm holding mah eyes I see the same ol' shit What's going
the right amount, I'll front you I talk this shit 'cuz I'm bout this shit Ain't no way I could run a way out this shit [Chorus] [Verse Two] I got 4-
game tight, mack game official Streets still the same so I stay packing a pistol Code never changed, Always keep your heater with you Never know when a heater in the cut
up north and I'm down south [Chorus] [B.G.] Nigga don't think I changed, I grew up doin good Still: fuck, chill, and get my hair cut in the hood Never
was the shit He went, got caught up, got pussy-whipped Every night he sleepin' by this stank bitch And I told him she threw crosses and she'll set him up for shit
chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Then bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Evenin' got dark - you know it's 'bout to be some G shit Twelve
world was for me [Juvenile] If I ruled the world, wouldn't be no politics Blacks would have a lot of shit - that Bentley and that Prowler shit [Lil' Wayne
mind state, to do the bad You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam Look at my shit, it's fucked up At least smell like a project cut You ain't had the
: [Talking] B.G. I don't play Shit real nigga This cut throat gotta play it raw Verse:1 Lil' Turk Gettin' killed aint no thang in the N.O. Some people
real niggaz) I got real niggaz all over Man, look here Verse:1 My hood is kurupted with nothin but killers and soldiers Off top cut throaters, get
You done falled in war Got in a big brawl Thought hard but you wrong So you still get scarred Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas Jump in hot cars, cut