Hit the target like a thousand tons, You can?t prepare yourself, For what is yet to come, The hardest lesson is the one you learn too late It?s the
funky songs But the formulas patented, we ain't havin' it Game is all we spit, keep on mackin', bitch You can't make it hard Can't tell a motherfucker how
city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn town to get killed It's all about
hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening I wonder how you continue to be grieving Your meal is made and it
left Teardrops and closed caskets Throw it up fool, hey nigga Tell me how you feel homie Yeah It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it
It's too hot,s burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out It must be, real hard for ya'll to listen And it's sad, niggas is too broke to pay attention
name on shit, make my name taste Like ass when you speak it, see me in the street Your jewelry you can keep it, that be our little secret See me, B
[Anyway, it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?] E-40: Our age, five-years-old we were young
how I see it, believe it My nigga, I G it Got a few things that's on my mind So nigga gon' listen up while I free it Whatever's needed, I'ma get it
to find Love in these eyes Love in these eyes Sometimes I get tired It's like this road goes on for miles And nobody knows how hard it is to smile Smile
Love Lost Verse 1: Was it love Or did they drop the ball Are you equipped to make that call And how many loves left standing tall Tell it to a broken
and the gats to the side 'Cause this track's got a vibe to chill to Enjoy life for 5 minutes, man it's not gon' kill you It's okay to be hard and stay
future, we'll decide how the story ends girl [Hook] [Lew Hawk] I'm trying my best to give you the world, but you just don't feel it I'm trying to keep
is how I'm comin' How ya comin' baby? How ya comin' baby? How ya comin' baby? How ya comin' baby? How ya comin' baby? How ya comin' baby? How ya comin' baby? How
world, nigga I want all my own spot Yachts Till I get it, get it Get it how I live I'ma thug One of them blood, nigga I do it how I feel Ain't no such
by my life on a limb, mood swings Enjoying my whim, take it for what it seems and much more Must find maker, how am I? and who did I? And how did I wake
I know you're motherfucking hard! Shit, listen dude, I could hook you up with a gun, man! Y'knowahmsayin' cause it's the underground, you know how crazy it
. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played a major
