Lyrics:
alive
Now that night we'd celebrated cause it was our 10th wedding anniversary
all of our friends was there and as usually the drinks was free
be clean
I'm the 10th mill, have me hot for 10 weeks
Sippin on it, grippin' on it, whippin' on that foreign
Now I'm beefin' on er all night
that Jesus piece, man, I've been saved, nigga
Just talked to Farrakhan, that's sensei, nigga
Told him I've been on ten since the 10th grade, nigga
Got
that Jesus piece, man, I've been saved, nigga
Just talked to Farrakhan, that's sensei, nigga
Told him I've been on ten since the 10th grade, nigga
Got
be clean
I'm the 10th mill, have me hot for 10 weeks
Sippin on it, grippin' on it, whippin' on that foreign
Now I'm beefin' on er all night
a fur coat
I love love and I hate hate
Stand on my word I be 6 8
, out of mixtape, die real, shit straight
Benz, biz paid been, since the 10th grade
,
made your boy a renegade
I've been ballin' all my life, I need some Gatorade
Bitch I seen my first mil' in the 10th grade
Just let me hide these O's,
if I sent my dad letters.
One day I hope you hear this I pray you doin better.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad a letter.
Word is, 10th
of history my son
Murder and rape with your power
The 10th revolution in far away days
It's come to this
A gypsy's kiss
All your power's gonna fade in
I don't remember much about bein born
But I do remember this: I was conceived on February 10th
Complications detected in my early months of balling
the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school!
'Cause they ain't teach a nigga shit, I learned to read when I was 5
And plus I been smart a long time
Fuck
back to Port Arthur, Texas ?
No, but I'm going back next in August, man. And guess what I'm doin' ?
I don't know.
I'm going to my 10th annual High
wonderin' why
You're 10th
I tryna get thru
You too confused
I've only
Ever been the main
I was finna be
A little pissed
You can count on
All of them
Other
April 10th I wrote this rhyme down, that's my birthday
Crying on the interstate while I'm driving to the A
DMX just died and man, it got me feeling
if I sent my dad letters.
One day I hope you hear this I pray you doin better.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad a letter.
Word is, 10th
enough to drop out the 10th grade
Hold that thought, twist up nigga, roll that short
Catch me with my chick that let me go back door
Hall of famer, don't
I see the past grimly
That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street
Through all the pap grease and street chases
Sudden raids
(The jbeez, the jbeez)
10th round,
And still catching that beat down
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground,
Regroup and lounge,
Put
15x], shawty
[Chorus]
[Hook 6: (ight in background after 10th wuz up!)]
Wuz up! [repeat 16x]
[Hook 7:]
Just bounce [repeat 16x]
[Hook 8:]
Eastside
you how I first started in this rap shit
8th grade, backflippin' on the mattress
9th grade pack, doin gymnastic
10th grade, somersaultin' all them
make old music shit is real i put the emp on the 4 keep it wit me 'cause possetions 9 10ths of the law.here i am doin' all that i can goin' all
out
may find myself delayed
On the road to New Orleans
A spray of stars hit the screen
As the 10th impact shimmered
The forbidden candles beamed
of Irish Rose
Now let my story be told
A young boy dropping out of school house
But not to learn off in the 10th grade
Try to come up at last
Like a doe
on the lines
Was born to chalk them out
5-0's from the G-Unit in the raid van
But I seen through it
Got a deuce 5 in the Skate House
That was 10th grade back in
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