I wanna go home, but I can't Cos now I live in a car I used to have a lot, I had a chance But now I'm bleeding a stone I park by the Wal-Mart every night
then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept I take my last breath
out of 2Pac's ribs If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat Sometimes I get drunk for stress
shit O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O
to push Feel the inside while I ride it like a yazoo(?) car Like high school I get high, rub the sternum like Mackie Reality do or die, you or I is the
as ever and theres something Yall should know Told ya that I wasnt playin So in I go! Have you ever seen me and rock cities Live show? All I gotta say is P. T. F. A. O
I'm moving on 'cause I'm gone Oh, I'm gone, gone, gone; I'm gone I'm so gone, I'm gone; gone, I'm gone
legs or eat crackers in bed Stomp the poodle 'til it's flat You can even shove a six-inch railroad spike through my head I can learn to live with that But now I
of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin' you a note A letter to
don't giva a fuck Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub I'm just a homie out the hood who did something So why are you fronting I'm in for
screens in the deck I ride (I ride) I ride (I ride) I ride (I ride) Let's ride (Let's ride) I ride (Propped up) I ride (Propped up) I ride (Say bro!)
Catching lines and hooks, I am like a fisher Fire like a flicka, tie em like a twista Boy I clap like Hurricane Chrisa Who the hell is a well paid nigga D
you?d be straight Sike, it won?t happen Look hurr I ain?t jus rappin' I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none, I?m draftin' Holdin' my own, I?m
I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch If the good die
what it is, what 'of that a been 'Cuz when I get cold I freeze when I'm hot, I'm water On ice at all times, hittin' hockey player's daughters I'm like
If I needed some money, come to her Anythin' I want is everythin? I?m worth And you know what I said? I told the bitch I said, ?Bitch, I?m rich? Fuck
$hort, I don't stop I'm hooked on money like a junkie on top I got to make it every day, I won't go broke Ask me am I rich and I'll say, "No" I'm your
to you baby I'm talkin' to you sucker I love you I love you I have a special phone number where you can call me so that I can send you a special gift
