Lyrics:
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
been always up for the fight
Reach fahya blade so ya know you gone die
Real ninja rollin' keep two by my side
Two on my left wit two blades on my right
on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
see-P-3, Caliope
can get a..(click-clock-blast)
Die mothafucka die!
Ain't no makin me bleed cause i've got family to feed
It's (repeat)
Hook 2:
I would rather die
I been done dun told you
I'm tha realest
I'm a bigot
2 All bytch niggaz
I'll teach how ta do it
Wanna how it's dun
I can prove it
In the sum
and she told me it hurt
"Voice of tha Hood" bitch I feel like Lil Durk
Know Niggas Gon die bout they blue like a Smurf
I'm in my bag like a muhfucking purse
fucked up my nigga Big T had ta die/ So now tha next 2
months we blazin' up this funky town/
(buc buc) and when Tony Rome went to jail we were still
releases this stress.
Give me the game and watch me run with it like Hardaway.
Raise the Mac-11 and see how many wants to die today.
I don't play no
its the M-A-S to tha are-P
A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets
would I die, would I roll, would i retire young,
would a nigga get paid
and ugly as ever
However, I seen my family die from them rocks
Them fiends on blocks including my own pops
Homie I seen two much to drink them two cups
They
Yeah, it's the return of three crunk mothafuckas
Huh huh, yeah, it's tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaplucka, uh, uh, say what?
RIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN
YOU ONT KNO WUSSU WIT ME
BY NOW
YOU MUST NOT KNOW MY NAME
BITCH
IM RIGHT BACK TO BASICS
STUNNA FUCCCIN UP THA GAME
TAKING
live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game I shood but can't afford
unless I'm bustin' at you hatin' bitches
Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggas sprayin' wit' fire
Gotta watch the ones you keep
I been snaked by homies
I feel protected by this heat
I keep dat metal on me
I give em 8 out dis 2-4
Like he shot by Kobe
I
Than An arm Cast
Comcast Got It All On Demand
Turn You two face easy wit a Bat man, uh
Looking Out Tha Window Where Tha Light flash
Then You start
the same every time
We all going to die
Get yours cause I'm a get mine.
Castro:
Tha Outlawz
We be the Don Wons of this rough shit
Minds baptize
Brakin' on some pound
In tha south
Memphis fuckin' town
Chiffin' on some hay
Every day
Like a coupon
(Chorus) x2
(Project Pat)
I was ridin'
I just got a new bag might blow it all on 2 Jags
2 Bitches and they too bad
I'm gettin' money and you mad
Blue bills by tha bundles nigga you sad
Know
and lies
But however against the weather
You gon always be mine
And I'ma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite
No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self
Ayy, Hardaway, yeah hardaway, yeah
They say the murder gang cool 'til
You live in a box can't, with them niggas
They wasn't passin' the rock yeah,
Brakin' on some pound
In tha south
Memphis fuckin' town
Chiffin' on some hay
Every day
Like a coupon
(Chorus) x2
(Project Pat)
I was ridin'
don't judge her
Cause all I do is love her,
Listen Work Out she gon play it for another
Track after track
I'm making money for my brothers
2 outa 4, 2
shoot
Whatever it took to survive I was down with it - [2X]
Even though if it meant to do or die, I was still with it
Doing bad I'm sick and tired, so I
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