Another day is gone And I still can't find the words to say what these memories do to me I ask how does this keep happening There's no way out, I can
You've never seen us like this before So step out of your normal shoes it time to lose your Mind in this time it crisscross through the lines People
want to do Munching on some tacos As we lay here on my couch There's nothing nothing that can stop us The outside world can not hold us down
So cut me open and I'll spill my guts for you I don't have a thing to prove or the scars to prove it So when you cut me up and put me back to sleep Erase
One day I decided to be me What can I say, I had it coming With all these fakes labeled to my head I had nothing made out then These choices I made
this and it fooled me oh so well The proper term for me is a man that follows hell A man that follows hell A man that follows hell A man that follows hell
: She work it girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she about the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her
know to keep your hopes up high and your head down low Keep your head down low. Keep your head down low. Keep your hopes up high and your head down low
t you let me down (don't you let me down) So run like hell, sleep with one eye open. I can't forgive, or forget you We'll tell everyone the damage done Deep down
glock Two million where I stay, 20 bricks on the block I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster A 100% real nigga, look me up and down
wanna ride Only way if thats gonna happen is you jack me off while I drive I'm G'd Up, A Soldier now, Thats gonna be til I die Feety gonna hold me down
out, just like that I come through straight raisin hell, just like that Got the Lex truck on Sprewell's, just like that I be layin my stunt down, just
It's gonna be click, clack blucka, blucka brain spillin Until then I'm reppin, Stuntin flossed out You see me if you up north and I'm down south [Chorus
do for fun It don't help to run - I'll empty 'em all out the drum When it come down to one-eight-seven I don't play When it come down to you or me, it
: I got another gang story to tell. Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope cause a nigga can't escape
niggas sayin' that boy babys a crook (a crook?) I got these hoes sayin' that boy baby off the hook (he off the hook) Lockin' down the whole project For self-respect (lock it down
spray and lay down the snaps I get down Niggas can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down Now down and pump round and distribute kees You sleep six feet
keep icin' lil' Mama Too many kees bringin' rats and gats and cadillacs But through thick and thin, V.L. got my back Chorus Second Verse: [Baby] Fuckin' break these kees down
