Lyrics:
Without it
They gon judge you by
Everything they can
Like the color of your skin
Or the color of your baby
Or the color of the lady
That you made the baby
hardly stop niggas
Not if they got niggas, doughboys and hot niggas
Who mighta shot niggas but only by scrilla
I'm for respect, nowadays they expect me
back, I'm shooting some B-roll
I look at her cat, she look at my ego
We race on the track (We race on the track)
She got me up, put on a leash
Tying her
got stabbed in the back again
Just came out the pen now he back again
Judge slapped the ten for he mazza
You better back your friend in the passa
Right
You cannot judge I am myself
I ain't really get no help
I came up just by myself
When you down you by yourself
Out the mud just by myself
I came so
back, I'd give my life)
And your self esteem might be
Low from what people say (Keep holding on)
Hold your head up high
I promise it's gonna be ok
I'm
a look
I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked
Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it
You a meth head that live
I'd take a bullet for the one I love
Tell me who you are
I swear I'm not the type to judge
Stand by your side against the world
I couldn't give
don't come back for us when he makes it
And if he do it be too late, you gotta face it
'Cause by then there's someone new you've been replaced with
Old
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Yes so my name's is Billy Lee
If you've got a warrant you better read it to me
I shot her down 'cause
to listen
I started spittin, that's why the brick niggas be lickin
They stay on magazine printing equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your
Got that bag in my ride by my side thats all i need.
Because that bag dont judge dont budge it brings me everything.
Got that bag in my ride by my
our backs,
The found, the lost, we pay, the cost,
Genocide inside, we're taken by the cross,
Somebody put this in me, I only wanted to see,
An end
You Judge
A Project Baby (How Can You Judge A Project Baby)
Verse 2: (D-Dogg)
I remember in my hood we use to spazz out and
me and my niggaz we use
don't take my boy this way"
Well, son, you got any statement you'd like to make
Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away?
Now judge, judge I
the desert
Only dust to judge your sins
But those who wager aren't so clever
'Cus in heaven well, the House always wins
(Place your bets but the House always
young and afraid
Row across the straits
Coastguard when in Spain
They trying to ship you back it's a false start to your fate
But Red Cross lady knows
a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me and the shit
cleaner than your
Motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard
I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest
Run them bands up 1 by 1,
South deshon road gotta counts my funds
Told me I’d fall still think I’m the 1
You can judge me but I’m still God son
You
the dark's where you had to find me
You told me hold on
Your story's not done
Put me on your back yeah a prodigal son
Was walking around lost
Till you told me
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken from us, my folk, we takin' in back
Bet
every time we link back up, you just get hurt again
You put all men in a box, I ain't one of 'em
Funny how you got all the answers and none of 'em
You
feeling strong enough or probably can roof niggas
Yeah, ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so
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