Lyrics:
p's up in the load I'm on the road it weigh a lot
Niggas can not match up with me
They say it's cap in my rap
If it's that come and see
Gotta keep
And will I lose my mind, or am I wastin' my time?
I'm breakin' bread, on the block, with them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots
Got a bunt nigga twist it
I'm a get drunk with my biscuit
5 cent cup, take a sip kid
I'm a product of the p-jects
My teachers always told me that
shed, another Mother loses a son
'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun
before they choose an education
but once dead their ain't no awakenin'
so
been shed, another Mother loses a son
'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun
Before they choose an education
But once dead their ain't no
niggas how a real hood rock
Why, stop, givin' right by
Drive, nigga let me tell you
Emergency, get back, away, hurry
It's quick to get scary
Too quick
slim
I ain't young
But I'm thug by the mug
And I shot up a club, I'm still shooting my shot just because
Captured the flag
Let's call it a Dub
I'm
White when I wen't to Crossroads
Ya the Bone Thugs and this is the Crossroad
Ya Eternal was '99, when Hip Hop said goodbye NY
Somebody don't eats by
dug by the real juvenile thugs
On the Island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs
The roughneck types call oxes, Deuce-Deuces
Don't know what
niggas that wear Boss
Claimin to be thugs and chicks that's gossippin too much
I hold a grudge, what?
Tug of war, prepare for the mug, what
P Perry,
greatness
Aye Check it out
Aye
Man the plan simple it's get Money, hustle, be great
R.I.P to the Legends Nip Hussle and Nate
They C walking in the clouds
Thug love talking queen to my slimmi
Yeah
Too blazzy
With the flow like 2Pac
Too fast on the flex lines
Never snitch like SixNine
Hold up let me define
I
Ghetto birds with pink Timb's
A box of shells for the Cola for Kim's
Sponsored by the Clan, see
Pop more vanilla cherry than Luke Perry
Now tell me
Big long dick, I'm in her stomach like a pack of Tums
Real niggas sit inside my section, bitch, quit acting dumb
Please don't get offended by my
peace to the streets
D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the peace
Cause the violence to ceace' 'cause that's the way that it's gotta be
You heard, Makin'
a truck
I fuck they head up, cause I floss so much
Police had me up cause a nigga so young (ha bruh?)
But you know me nigga
That ain't gon' stop B.G. nigga
hundred, had a bomb smoke that's real
I hate see the homies pass by, they creep inside
Lettin niggaz know that this the see-SIIDE! (yeah)
{*with singer
all about?)
Iced down medallions
Cuban connection,flexin,wilin,sippin Don P by the gallon ,Queens stalion
(Royal Flush-No doubt)
Iced down
to notice my face
A young nigga with golds behind tens on dubs
In the paper license plates they gon' think I'm a thug
They gon' tear this motherfucker up
me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
Random hits on the block, young homies packin glocks
Picture me a TRU villain,
gone fly
Put it on boss, so I won't lie
I used to be young but I'm grown now
Hit a few licks, so we known now
Kicked a little south, so it's on now
Do
A black man broken by the system that was set
Thinking freedom was the debt, but the payment was death
By the authority I thought was meant to protect
When I Slide Throuqh Niggas Hoods They Chunkin Up Tha
Deuces. Get Looked Up To By Adolescent Nuses .
Well Respected In Rebellious Sections.
Goons
in my cabinet
I know these niggas be capped like a graduate
My OGs still get them p's by the pallet
We never put our real name on the package
Free my
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