be the same Let it go Don?t you try to step to what I got These lyrics are hot I?m flippin this thought Im pickin
a fuckin screw up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black
dream I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though
fires* "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - Ice Cube [Eazy] Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal beha.. crima-crima-crima Crim-crim
: [Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Bridge- 50 Cent] I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin I'll
it real! [Hook] [Layzie] I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line Nigga designed a gold crime
makin' that money stayin' on your feet And you better believe gotta have that cheese For the green leaves, never catch me sleep Stay on the grind, get mine Stayin' down for mine crime
gonna fly (fly) Whom die they lie [Flesh] Whom die they lie [Krayzie] No mo' mercy... [Flesh] Whom die they lie [Shot] Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real
assholes like immigration officers Word, it gets better and gets worse I'm more used to it everyday I'm on this Earth People think they know me real good
Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, turn me up Turn me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything, yeah Yeah, real shit, real shit, Shallah
every day, kids getting ignored But that's aiight though, I'm here the responsibility is mine I best to get into something that's gonna take up some
a cruiser cuts us off to try ta make his way to the crime scene. [Chorus] [Third Verse] Now in closin' you done know he should never brag for real
: [Verse 1] I'm American Pie, get a slice I'm what you call ice I'm rested in my showcase for a real good price About as much as a car, but not too much
lookin jig' Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
on some math class shit so check the young genius out fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout I thought that real shit is what you been fiending
revolution Sons due, evolution, in a rhyme, ghetto music In the mind, cuz I'm movin, in time, intwine Lines all out of ideas, thoughts expose the road
loose. So damn wrong, so damn dumb. I went back more than once, four times. Went for more times. Sometimes back to back. Could not help how it feel. Though I know karma's real. No crime
my pain, illustrate the city in vain Fallin deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times Vest crimes, nickel
