i'm sick of feeling like i lost this fight i'm sick of graying out the wrongs and rights i'm pulling out of here to clear my sights tonight so hear
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Damn, sometimes we lose some good ones man, y'know? They don't really understand this playerism Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real y'know?
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
[Intro: Krizz Kaliko] Hahahaha Aye its Big Krizz Kaliko Aye Tech man i think its time to hit em With another one of those other ones baby Big Tech slow
right If the money's slow That's right You know the rest yo Buck, buck, buck For my thug niggas Yeah Bust a slug niggas Yeah, yeah Fuck that get money Bitch Show love
fix sitting on my crucifix The living room on my private womb While the moms and brats are away To fall in love, we fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes And Mary Jane
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back Fruck writin' rhymes This is real shit not a track Camouflage in the dark for the ones who
(You know I got that shot in the Chevy, what it is?) We ain?t start the wire taps down in Baltimore (But I'm still slangin? bricks where I live) Sometimes she love me, sometimes she love
money to you Hustlin - let's get more freedom in my future, so we can ball (out here) So we can sip champagne, and puff that mary jane And you can fly
S-P baby [Baby Beesh] S-P-M baby boy, South Park Mexican, With my nephew, young Happy P, Man on the track, one love, [SPM] One time for that
I got bitches bringin' me money and ain't a goddamn thing funny My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P From the ETG and oh yeah Baby Ken Dawg From the Westside Four-O's got love
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow? Either Peter, Jane or John or Joe But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk An' Peter's pimpin' Jane
Hit It Yea Hold The Gain In My Lungs Fag Niggas Smoke For Fun I Smoke For The Love Seeyour My Your My Favoirte And I And I Love your Aroma In My Face
Like twentieth century Satisfaction guaranteed It's easy Let's steal a spaceship And head for the sun And shoot the stars with A lemonade ray gun Make a movie and A TV show You be Jane
[Mr. Sancho] This is for the riders for the south siders The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us Rollin deep through your streets
could not before this, and I cannot ignore that. I'm dying here. Our instincts deem it beyond our control. We've gotta fuck the ones we think we love
