and pain. and there's no way out from my constant frustration, i can feel my whole world caving in. no way out of this fucking rut, there's no way out
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-
and pull my dick out Just as quick as I can open shop and move a brick out I change route, I feel that vibe, I'm good at scoping shit out Good at duct
back, turned on the block hustlin' Hit the lights, park, jumped out, walked Crept down on 'em, let them AK's bark One of them niggas broke out, I broke out
ve got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 1] Trust these hoes, they all slick I found out, they ain't shit Almost
: [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
heat I can't see no way out for me i'm in the game too deep So, until i'm covered in white sheets Shit is gonna be real, nigga When I'm afiliated with
boy It's cash boy, I don't think you could last boy I'm bout to pull some out the hall type shit Some Steven Seagal type shit Some *cgghh* knife shit
around wit the keys if you aint rollin shit up I wish you niggas wit me, I would be sewin shit up Look, hide out in the cut Peep out Shot, Corey and Buck
like a earthquake Niggas graduatin' on they fifteenth birthday Some snortin', and some spikin' it That shit be cut heavy, and them niggas still be likin' it That (???), that shit
on a hook and fuckin' cast the shit I'm askin' that you faggot rap actors take action And get a hall pass for this class-act shit How the fuck I fit
broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass Now
Lloyd Banks] Put carpet burns on these rats for several days Till they need bandages on they knees like Pat Hueing's legs I'm always with the biscuit The only way
niggas 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
of them boojie chicks I'm a rude bitch Fuck your family and your phoney ass mammy All up in my shit trying to watch what you hand me I had this shit way
: Echo Yeah I'm coming out straight this time I'm coming out with a little piece of my own kind of piece of mind I'm doing it my way this time Liek
out of nothing No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good If they could cut out all the busting The liquor and the weed the cussing Sending love out
