Lyrics:
for the .40 cal
All this positive shit and really I'm hardly different
Thinkin' I might end up in a cell right by these niggas
My mind started
called Judas, ‘cause I was betrayed
By my own blood, I got no more love
Take this here song, as Noah's white dove
Guess I ran out of luck, locked up for
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
seen my family in way too long
Been barely getting by
I'll make it back to my house, even if it kills me
I'm driving through the night
I’m going home
and my brother Drew
Hear the bang bang and they running, police coming too
Ain't the same thing you on level one, I'm up by two
Ain't the same thing you
some diamonds on my arm
I knew the plan up all along
A n**** rob me i'd be darned
Get the work up from the farm
Made 10 bands by dawn
In my hood Ima don
in my presence
Thinking I’m soft done turned me into a lethal weapon
Ima king amongst peasants
This the rap rapture,
Taken this shit by force son
till I D-I-E, my nigga
Yeah, you behind if you don't know the power (nigga)
Product this shit the moment Ruthless started goin' sour (what?)
Niggas
cut off from oxygen
For minutes, which is far too long
The damage was now irreversible
His brain permanently malformed
He'd never hold a job,
Cause deep down that's all that I wanna C
But to get to C I need to work on who i'm meant to B
My brother is my therapy
My sister is my guidance
didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
first, the love came later
The pussy got wet and captain D came greater
I do it for the Bun and I do it for the Pimp
For the hustlers and the gangstas
for nothing, y'all
Are either blind, deaf, Or dumb
Had a question for my ex
That I'd rather be answered
She's a Gemini, but her personality's cancer
as falling snow
Raven hair as black as water
Lips as red as blood on snow
For such a daughter I would barter
All my sons, I'd let them go"
No sooner had
Thinking ‘bout it now I’m tearing up and feeling guilty
I wasn’t a big brother to my little sister Liberty
Running away from home and going crazy
Screamin’
never feel content 'til I have a relationship with my brother
And my sisters back home, a father I've never known
It's my own damn fault I'm a myth from
the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too long
So what's my option, do it or not
You my dawg, I hope you know I always ride for you
Sacrifice my life, I swear to God that I'd die for you
If the opps get over, then motherfuckers
of steel
Break down the gas roll another one
Puff one j, roll my brother one
Already stoned and I'm almost home
If you high then you know where I'm
ain't right,
By the time you could afford it the car ain't important
In the streets silent, it's just I and, cops keep firing in my environment
it the car ain't important
In the streets silent, it's just I and, cops keep firing in my environment
Leaving your slum when they drive home far from
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