flip my shit legit And workin' a different angle of the game Even though my hussle ain't changed I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain
woods and took a look into my soul and A kaleidoscope of colours started cooking in my couldren In a dark world I gotta fight through the cruel night Spread my
I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry Making a secret society expose their purpose Making 'em release info and exploding my surface I'm taking my
on my life of crime no concerns with new beef whos as nice as i'm its confirmed from feet i'm still a sniper blind built my fame, spilt my pain politicing
are so down that they can only go up your body is life your soul is immortal the power of nature the nature of power the flower of life let us think
the silence up through my nose, oh These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel To my niggas
go play and stay here and love me everyday [CHORUS] [Bun B] now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life and bread, playin mind games all in my
dollars, best believe I went back I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block Plus that drama on my
the fliest hoes Everywhere we go I skate an escapade in my escalade Ballin? my life away [8ball:] Yeah Nigga!!! Me and Breeze in the Hummer Niggaz don?t want drama
we living these days {*repeat 8X*} (And this is for my gangster, gangster, gangster) (And that one's for my thugster, thugster, thugster) [Krayzie Bone
s gettin leathal an I, you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt, drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work, make 'em feel
be judged by twelve than carried by six Cause I'm gettin major Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life Ran the streetz all night My wife
or slang I had to do my thang When the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my brain All the shit's the same My nigga need a change, I had to get off
to Bert & Cory And still got bills and employees to pay So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days My ways of control is hard to swallow
gettin leathal an I, you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt, drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work, make 'em feel
now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life Ran the streetz all night My wife