the one who will follow your rules / take a good look, do you like a fool? / just fuck your lies and your negativity / or maybe i?ll have to blame
praaayyy) My Block That's right In the Jungle Marine City (But on our block we still praaayyy) That's my Block That's right Los Angeles That's
nigga that's why we're doin this I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up and then I hit the studio It's time to blow tha block up
with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards Gunfire now they require may be closed casket Who can you blame? It's
see. Make your money while you can, before you have to stop, For when you pull that dead man's hand, your gamblin' days are up. And it's ride, Willie,
and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine head
by now who loses You're only half awake because you never go to bed And when he hears about it You know then the both of you's is dead and that's a promise
s fire I'm raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in Rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows create criminal O's Sing
s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there's been a.. I.. I think there's been a.. Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I
the devils fire I'm raised different, reactin' situations Niggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows create criminal O's
: (feat. Mos Def, Freeway, The Harlem Boys Choir) [Kanye West] We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up - either dead
one mother Girl, I guess it's time to let you know that No one be like you So many things So many things Everything Without you There's no possibility There's
boy even off this plate Young weezy baby, that's what ya bitch say Give her ass a location and a template Show her how to work the innerstate Stop working
cruise around the block Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop Seen my little homey Style who I ain
it's spoken A basehead cluck can't blame nobody for smokin Yo, bullets flyin, mothers cryin, brothers dyin Lyin in the streets, that's why we're tryin To stop
picture You know father time and we all know mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration
and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine
