stand for politicians, institutions, no religion, no solutions, war sick in my head revolution, evolution, no solution, institution, war so sick, so sick sick in my head
my chopper) I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper (Set it off with my chopper) Knock a head off with my chopper (Knock a head off with my chopper) Bang
can be found on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T. A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O
t love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love em man) I keep saying I don't love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these
I'm a oops baby And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy? Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want, speed knot
heroes [Verse 2: Eminem] Don't want the diamonds, want the gold, or want the jewelery, he don't want the ring, don't want the loot he's in it for the
guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin [E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin [Tupac] That's right, that's right
't cry Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin
F-L-A-M-E-to the-S Ya'll ready know homie I be the best I rep the 5 all day I put it on my chest Touch my flag homie You'll get 5 on ya chest I rep the
pussy nigger tempt me (don't tempt me) Breaking the sweet Swear this brother ain't classy (no) Noo that's really killing my pimping (yeah nigger) I mean
that, it ain't only about your face it's about your back, it's me J-U-V, let's f**k make L-U-V [Chorus:] Shawty got me so excited, the way those ornaments
all These rap fans are taking these shit serious It ain't New York versus L.A. 'Cause really it's hip-hop, not a big ole' problem Now let's see what
show you this muscle Get the money little nigga don't struggle That's no bitch nigga that's the rules All my Cleveland niggas said to me They're the ones
his eyes ?? pop, shot one through his head Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't
: [T.S.O.L. cover song] I never got along with the girls at my school Filling me up with all their morals and their rules They'd pile all their problems
