Lyrics:
I'm lonely I need you
To hold me tight see through
My phony life I drew
I only cry inside I'm to
Ashamed of the pain from the mind games, yeah
I
a drink for free
Show my girls your body
I'm shakin' up the game, trying to test my luck
Living life everyday, by what comes up
Yeah, I'm working
you not from around
I could tell by what you wearing
She want the D.K. N.Y.
And I ain't talking Donna Karren
Man in my city and I feel it's so
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
die young
It's a one man's game
You know what's right or wrong
You've got your mates side by side
You've got your girl always on your mind
After all you
Walkin' Ronnie Down the street with no leash these days
Don't do ego in my pack, we only speak free game
ridin' in a sleigh
Brody be locked up everyday
No time for the games
I be missin' what he got to say
When it come to my last
I shared all my bag
And never
me
While working my tan looked down the cliff to see
A line of black and whites dropped by a yellow jersey
Called uncle Arnie said, "what's going
Playin' your game, baby
Your game, baby
Nobody but you and me
You start, you stop
You know what you got is what I need
Oh, yes, indeed
When you give
on Maggie Thatcher or Ronnie Reagan
You see Cube power comes by the hour so why not have fun?
Right here
May the Cube be with you
And your father
May
later, Big Spank got killed
And I got robbed, and Ronnie got shot
And I bought my first tape by 2Pac
And I got hard, cause I was smart
I knew that
bought her some frames
That shit make me smile I'm sorry you lame
If you not a playa you won't get the game
She want jimmy choo she gone get jimmy choo
She
9.-PATH OF THE BRAVE (FEAT RONNIE ROMERO)
Long is the path of the brave
In a highway to reach the sky
Keep your head up high
Short is
The path was paved by the breakdance linoleum
The days when a phrase could raise pandemonium
Way before the reigns of Wu Tang Clans and Hov and them
between the bass snares and kick
Everybody gettin' judged by who they standin' with, f'real
[Chorus: Dion]
You make me step my game up, game up
Step
the back of
Your motherfuckin' head explode (Punk)
I'm from the streets where you
Hustle for your rep
Anbody wanna step they gon catch
It you can bet (What
first
Study where it came from
Appreciate niggaz before you
That put this game down
Don’t use the same sound as somebody else
It ain’t no future in that
niggaz before you
That put this game down
Don’t use the same sound as somebody else
It ain’t no future in that
That’s that short-term shit
The Tru
my stock, like the long hand on your wrist of watch
Ooh they can’t stop my shine tho
Trying to get rich like lionel
Bare witness like I’m on trial hoe
to be test like Johnny
And fuck a 2k cause my niggas will hop in and fuck up the game like Ronnie
Bitches be choosy I see that so often I do not say much
sabotage me shorty salty
Do what you can but the plan gon' faulty
Gardeboys rollin' on the cut to protect me
Ronnie said he want a golden Patek piece
Ace
Game
Rule #1 (Number 1)
Watch ya self don't ever get beside ya self
And if you plan on doing dirt make sho you do it by ya self
Them niggaz u trust
again I here the thunder RUMBLE
I don't wanna sit on money
Archie reachin Ronnie
What sounds smoother is the name Jonny
On the other side FILTH FILTH ALL
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