erupt, screams from streets shatters the peace. Silence from sound, then confusion to calm, a fire dawned and then she was gone. Remember the girl. I was there
thangs I can do that ass (Yaaaaay) 'Cause I'm rollin Before I hit you from the back, I need a trojan Uh she rollin, uh I'm rollin Before I hit you from
out You see me if you up north and I'm down south [Chorus] [B.G.] Nigga don't think I changed, I grew up doin good Still: fuck, chill, and get my hair
We was in school, you had a nigga when I played on you I shoulda seen it, but I was too caught up on the grind In the blind, you knew I stayed with other
that's all I know I was raised in the streets, bitch - taught that g shit I was told, nigga (??) knock him off his feet quick Remember I was seven, put
months I'm cruisin' down the block slow, I pull up Jumped out, said, "What's up?" She laid up there and threw up "What's wrong? Don't act like you don
", I still should've rolled So now I'm in some beef with niggas I barely know I met 'em once, but I use to fuck one of they ho I hit her up for some info
I'm watching my back...] I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin' Times heard this brother pulled a 187. Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime. So I
bucked I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up [Third Verse-B.G.] At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck
Juvenile There once was a nigga and his name was Turk He always shot balled and he put in his work Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude Then he hit
shine Gotta get it how you live where the fuck I'm from Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I'm from Growin' up in the streets best believe its dangerous
U.P.T. I creep, and get bent with VL Street I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang Far as they
that done came up, fuck I plot and make sure that I don't miss the hit You up in ???, I got ya, I hurt ya Now I'm up in ya rest area, finish ya I come
nothin' ([M] For sho' ) Off top ([M] Run that there ) [B.G.] I live rough ? I done had enough of doin' bad If I can recall, all my life, I
I gotta do So I gather up my clique, load up the fucking iron gas up the creep mobile, jump in that bitch and ride When I catch ya I'ma do ya, I'ma smoke ya, I
I can't stand that I want money and the power in my hand black I'ma end up leavin the game, what the fuck is that? I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I
name Ain't no slippin when they crippin cause I done peeped game Now I had closed, but then they ran me out I sold my last ounce, then I bounced to my
