s the place where I grew up A street I never lived on I have no roots here at all No affiliations Just a temporary stop Just a second on a clock I
the place where I grew up A street I never lived on I have no roots here at all No affiliations Just a temporary stop Just a second on a clock I
Gansta, gansta Gansta, yo That's right Journey through the life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I
late I'm so fresh I should be arrested new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch she said "hey 'Ye" I said "Yes B-tch" damn I'm only asking you
the honey So don't expect nuttin' 'cause I ain't offerin' I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin' Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on
Professional liar,schoolboys admire Young girls desire,very few live to retire Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene Definition-street player,you know what I
of institutions, ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks, deep in the mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks I think I
Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I
Alki At three months from now you're gonna read all about me One cause I smoke 'em, two cause I'm wealthy Three because I rapped on my nigga Ice's LP
the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit I'm not the kind to give you a call To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 If
done He worked on his chops eight hours a day While learning the ropes and climbing the ranks He kicked and he scratched to get his shot And he never kissed ass on
and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you've been Y'all, yes, yes, yes, uh Well I'm dranking up on yak while I'm dippin' off in that 'lac
it off, lines is visible. I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone, that's dispicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original
sack, get on the tip A resident in the City of Dope And every day I?m selling coke I?m never broke, I don?t smoke I sold a rock and made you have a
, dear God Together look what you've made Look I know I ain't no perfect kid But I'm slowly tryna change my ways P.S., Grandma I'm on the street quite
Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul
And land funky raps on the dop tracks Should I dance on it for a couple of dollars? Or sell away my soul to put a rope on my collar? I was taken from
me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin [Kanye West] It's on I'm packin weight like Nina Simone
