stride to the tempo You choose the roots you choose to grow You chose to reap I chose to sow...the good life But I can't hold on (DON'T YOU FORGET) To
babies that ain?t never had sh-t Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this And last but not least grant somebody their last wish Its been a
But I guess I'll play second best, to a world that will never care about you. You'll never understand you're just another pretty face You'll tell me that you
ta jam one tha oneway dawg Look cuz you aint gettin' away without no gunplay fall You gone be in a hospital a.k.a. we never close In a morge with a tag
Hummers That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't been
Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you Fill you ass up with led turn yo' ass to a pencil I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire I had you on the
out here reppin' they hood You don't even wear ya new shit Cause you ain't ready to brawl man I bump you, and you ain't even do shit You can smell the
never will write to you, but she doesn\'t understand. what were we waiting for? what have i waited for? the years have been so long, the nights have been
to the man with the money in his pocket flying in his rocket only stopping by on his way to a better world if taylor finds a better world then taylor
line You may find That the rhyme that you say is mine cause u never mind the fine print 'Cause the heaven sent gift you got You gave away To a label
foreign legion And it's up with the sheik And down with the frog We're gonna liberate the region! Oh Effendi, we're gonna bury your head in the sand Oh Effendi, you better
extra, hear all the bad news About the wacky-wack MCs and the ones like you Because I've done everything that you have tried And I've been accepted where you've been
: What's up boo? Swear I'll never call you bitch again You ain't fucking with me remember I ain't hate you I swear I'll never call you bitch again
West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin
what else could I do But be a thug Out slangin' with the homies Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club Got my mind on danger Never been a stranger
gotta play it how it go They close down the projects the clubs been closed And then they wonder why niggaz breakin down o's I'm a run away slave Ya get
: Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
, might need gloves But you will never know With a price on your mug And fight strips snug right around your hands Niggas sure you can never grab
