gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock
No love. Straight thugs. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time
: Killing us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black
let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls
nigga 'till the bone, get that clear. [scream] Now I got a better hustle so I'm gettin' better bread Buy my bitches better shit so they gimme better head
no good And sure, I could play ball like the rest of the guys, But yo, I always had this fear of gettin' paralyzed And sellin' drugs at the time was the easy way
want to take responsibility for I?m sorry for the times I left you home I was on the road and you were alone I?m sorry for the times that I had to go
gotta be (there gotta be) a better way oh Yea ya gotta be willing to pray Cause there gotta be (there gotta be) a better day (ay) Whoever said that
Stay down stay down just to live a better way Stay down stay down just to live a brighter day Stay down stay down just to live a better way [Verse 1]
play Homeless can't eat There's got to be a better way What's going on When we politically blind Can't see the signs of endangered times What's going
come to my funeral, look at them sheddin they dry tears Look at my baby mamas and them trippin out, actin a fool front of my kids Then I got niggaz puttin
it comes fa show, fa show [ya know] And I know, I know it gets hard some times But don't you give up its going to be better times if you believe just
s real Cause it's all about money, money, yeah Don't get in my way Fuckin' with my money cause that could surely get you killed Better find somebody
there's no place safe where they can go [Bizzy Bone] And trouble may come and sometimes You'll get pulled over by one-time And when the 1999 rewinds,
to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a fuck where you lay at it's time to slay these
-round my way This is how we play, Every day it's the same old same, Around my way, Around my way, Around my way, Come around my way, my way (my way)
't fancy, baby that's OK Our time, our way So hold me close better hand on tight Buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride We're two kids hitching down
all feel that way sometimes. But, it'll be alright. Wanya: I just, I just wonder why. Every day at this time of year I wonder time and time again Why