Lyrics:
like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they
like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they
I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool?
Falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels
Pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end
cookies
I told her wear her hair so I could pull it
My money too tall to overlook me
Like John Salley, I'm coaching like Pat Riley
I used to hot box
a crazy world that we live in
It seems like no one's happy with what they've been given
You got kids killing kids then killing themselves
A worldwide
get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers
the fence
My cousin lives in a box my uncle back on the bricks
My brother was busting zips down after six
He dropped out of the schoolhouse to make a flip
much blud
Their ain't been a tag team like us since
The Legion of Doom
Wish it was 3, 2, 1 and blast me to the moon
I'm grieving
Don't ask me when I'm
The Lord lives among us
The youngest hunger become a means to get it
By any ways necessary, under pressure
Children feeling lesser, with the steel up
son's first shit
But who gon' pay the bills? Supply the meals? No surplus
My baby mama give me drama on the daily
Like she making it barely and my kids
Treat the pork like Muslims no respect for the pigs
If you out here snitching you ain't never have respect for your kids
N****s out here respecting this
of kids (lot of kids)
She say she like my flow but love my ad-libs (yeah)
I was sayin' yeah before Usher (what?)
Never Scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher
of us to bust
True to Earth's crust
I must enforce my force of course
You need to cry for help because I'm fast like a quarter horse
In
get bent
L-O-X get respect like Sonny from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die?
I tell all
conquerors but one day they chained us down
Yeah there were one too many days when I just wanted out
I just wanted out
These are the best fears
Of our lives
the company lot
Aye, look, West told me chill, but I know where the nigga live
Like Soprano, niggas tie you up, right in that little crib
Get the tape, then
got to run mine
That's the story on road and my love life
You've got the young g's pressuring the older kids
You ever felt like somebody's gotta go
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Robinson, I'm a woman robbing you
Of your coolness, part of the reach like the stewardess
Underground like the sewage is, who fucking with the kid?
Did
it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches,
wit' work to flip
Smack, why you let us connect
Together? Like cursive writ'?
He a beta, I'ma alpha bet
(alphabet) this be a 30 clip
This clown be
like us their right mind
Who could, Who could
We be going in through the night time
Never slow us down til the sunshine
Who could party like us their
splash many lives
Rapel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
Run in
peace, uplift
This here’s, my testament
Daily mission, gotta save the kids, like
Everyday, give thanks, continue on the mission
Have breath, still blessed
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