bleed are unheard, and that the I speak is unnattainable, let's sit down and talk about you and I, you were a child and I was one also, but when it comes
and talk about you and I. You were a child and I was one also. But when it comes to down to discussing the times I've got one thing on my mind. 60 seconds
a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy
was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this
live baby and many men die Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same
dead time left me disowned To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues Such revelations while understood by no one
time, and left me disowned.) To this nature, so unnatural. (I remain alone.) Twenty-six years and, still speaking in these tounges. Such revelations, went understood by no one
ended today Six since the four time take away My dreams have fallen No more to share Now the end remains MY one regret like black and stained And spring
nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas Swang them thangs, bang some brains Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same Step and you'll catch some buck shots Murder one
One nigga looking for po po Someone looking through windows The doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb Adrenaline pumped up Still I remain calm
Spanish Two-thousand and one! (*Echoes*) Goddamn, who knows what's in store? Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door We remain unjaded and still
keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. AND
dirtiest whores The reckoning day will come for all No one is far from the punishment My trident is struck on fields of destruction The triple sign of six
grown up now and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and updated But I still got a lot of growin up to do I still got a whole lot of throwin up to
apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin cream no one
outs through the park These jail houses overcrowdin' All my thugs remain calm Money turnin', trees is burnin' But one day, it'll be gone (now one day)
not into hype; trust me, I'm still street You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet but reach and
Not the fussin and the frontin If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit! I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and Vodka