Guess I've always been a gambler Lived my life from day to day Drunken night owl, midnight rambler I don't care, won't change my way It's survival in
please remember I still believe in something beautiful And you are all I need pick me up I'm crying In the winter when the angels sit between us and
Baby we can talk Talk all night if you want But if you feel you love me Please take it all Baby, in your eyes I can see that light I can read you want
the back We spend cash with each other Toss ass with each other And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other Fuckin right We click tight Nothin
die From several gunshot wounds to the head On the scene he dead Chopper City niggas fled Won't you listen to Ziggy get your car doors bullet proof It's rainin' choppers so get a bullet
A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials Keep supplier's name confidential Crooked cops started buckin' at us Made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us
I'm like a alligator crocodile, quietly I lay Then slip, get comfortable, I'll strike and kill a prey take the life out em', stand there and watch him stop breathing watch him fade into the other
've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes inocent
's a bunch of crap someone's at the top supplying us with much crack. Keep them in a daze,don't let them see the other way let'em all get paid,wont
player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us
Intro: 2Pac] Only God can judge me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other
E-40] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch [Tupac] Why them niggaz actin like they can't find us like like they can't see us and like we don'
Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other
: Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat
die for it all our moms cry for it) No other hood in the world could put a stop on it The hood love us (Not 'cause we rhyme for it) We ride for it, we
course men wanna take my hand and lead me off round the corner maybe to their place but when they speak you get mad, jumping all up in they face but on the other
