rise up out my casket/ [Chorus] I'm liquer sicc and I just might lose control/ So load yo clips, loccs, 'cause we ridin for my folks x2 [Brotha Lynch
THIS CALIFORNIA SUNSHINE ONE NINE KILLA FOR HIGHER FUCK MONEY SOMETIMES CHORUS 2X VERSE 3: I LIVE A LIFE OF A MOBSTA JUST TALKIN MONEY EATIN LOBSTA AND LIFE
ya fuckin dick perm Brotha lynch hung (with sicx): Niggas on the triple bout it muthaphukkin broke ass bitch, whos in it (the triple sicx), and brotha
2) Nigga now I shit lyrics, but I can't use 'em, have your son Tripping brotha lynch hung loopin', They be off that bottle talkin' 'bout, "brotha
Its a must that I bust any strap you hand to me it's inherited it runs in the Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas life make
vest I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out Verse 2 Now it started back
2, i could take out some of yo teeth n 4 da rest of my life have beef, n u know what i do with meat. known 2 cheat, creep from da bacc of da caddilac
Nigga welcome to your own death (BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2 So
the neck Real gettas we buy guns When the shit get funkadelic Bound to hit you wit the ?? gun Shots to the abdomen Death becomes ??? [Verse 2] We tore
a thang changed And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done lose his mother And I'm thinking if I lose mine who gone raise my brothas Not to
don't see how Count me in, oh, Amerika Oh, Amerika, Amerika, Amerika Sweet land of liberty, y'all I'm doing this one for the struggle And every bad doin' brotha
how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all I'm doing this one for the struggle And every bad doin' brotha
life like) Uh (What your life like) C'mon (What your life like) Fuckin' faggot asses Nigga (What your life like) Man (Mines is real) (What your life like
got dem birds plus my grandma lost her life mama house in flames uncle still drinking like the game dont change i cant sleep at night man dese nightmares
a job, for me to come out, damn, hard Chorus (Eightball) I gotta come out hard as hell just like the life I lead cool, feed on the next brotha's greed
Im young so no-body would wonder that the hood would take me under always strapped and ready to peel a cap... the hood that took me under ((VERSE 2
Ah me and my nigga 2Pac, finna do what we do Understand this, 'cuz it's very understandable Niggas done changed man You know they done changed, they done