Lyrics:
If I got a second of peace, I’d probably die from the shock
Luggage of lives weighs the hand on the clock
Every fuckin second I’m failing
knowin' if we´ll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I´m the first to break wild til they all die
the street, they die young
Gun play everyday, they pull the trigger no delay
Two of my young niggas died by the gun
Mother saying prayer for her son, he died
I can't breathe, I'm choking
The world crashed down on my heart left broken
How am I supposed to know what to expect
People live and die everyday
as Beau]
My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with
But she's always in church, real religious
I hadda son he was young he was gifted
Til a nigga
spite?
It's all talent, perfectly balanced, young Supreme Kai
Who am I? Wake up every morning like it's do or die
No surprise, Zeus get jealous when you
Wanna be young the rest of my life
Never say no try anything twice
'Til the angels come and ask me to fly
Gonna be eighteen 'til I die eighteen
be 'til it's all done?
Total darkness and ease be in all one
I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate
You took his life, but your memory
against the same shit
I never understood why
I can never seen a man cry, 'til I seen that man die
Man cry
Imagine life at it's full peak
Then imagine
of doubting
That this could ever be anything
Picket fencing, but I'm just venting
So this the second side of therapy
Ain't nobody there for me
Staring
I'm a sister with a grip on her life
I only live once so I gotta get right
The first time 'cause there won't be a second
I'm not in the mood
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
be 'til it's all done?
Total darkness and ease be in all one
I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate
You took his life, but your memory
to be buried, 'cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry
Thug for life, high 'til I die
Shootin' crooked ass cops, let me fry
Do or die, to my brothers,
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
Of where I'm at most of the time like
Kind of aloof and salty and
Also young and black
Last question there's a poem about you
Written in
1995 by your family
Sometimes my stress piles up so much about someone or something I feel like my chest is gonna explode
Bursting awake
It's 3:38
My alarm seven minutes
that
Unless the nigga died by the police
Every time I come through the hood
They done put a young brother on a tee
And y'all ain't give a fuck about him
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
young
Do it even matter where I'm from
Trying to be a role model to my sons
And make it home safe like a home run
See why we always gotta die young
Do it
Do or die
Look, all I wanna do is make the city proud, yeah
Wishing all the OGs could see me now, now yeah
And when you feel something you can't
stay armed til the day I die
I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw til the grave a motherfuckin made nigga.
2Pac: Spoken
Can you feel me,
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
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