and got nothing good at Son, I was wrong they were right And now every if and every why Lay my head on the line every if and every why And it hurts and
eyes and got nothing good at Son, I was wrong they were right And now every if and every why Lay my head on the line every if and every why And it hurts and
's cryin', and then my voice comes in pow And in the middle of the night and this is what I tell her for you Every time I make a run, girl you turn around
care about a muthaf***a out there My heart cold and my wrist rock And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill 'Cause if
stand and try to hide it I smoke a bowl or a spliff and uplift my sprits then I take a bong hit Hit it fuckin' hard and clear it Hit it with the left
and others are blocking I'm running the hood and nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible
just plex? And his kids buy a white school kit, ana And you know he talks, bullshit, ana Throw your hands in the air And look at that nappiness of your hair And if
not it Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit You see me sendin' her on trips and shit If the answers no don't forget I don't know If I don't know
Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks Why not, so our grand kids could feed they grand kids And they grand kids, can feed they damn kids And
trained them every summer Hope to ball and never fumble, survive in the jungle It stinks like Stevie Wonder, rainy days, I'll be the thunder No Carma and
parole Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold And they say I'm a son of a bitch Why? 'Cause I be with your son and your bitch You don
the show wild with the toes out Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga, I rock Prada, Chanel And Fendi nigga, what I'ma do with your little blunts And
damn hyena Yeah, I live a life pretty similar to yours Used to go to school, hang with friends, and play sports Every single summer taking trips to the shore And
Bumping through your speakers, know I gotta heat this Rockin' don't stop, you know I'm rocking don't stop Travis Barker make this whole place rock [Hook] [Rick Ross] Tupac and
aih (Oh why, oh why) My, my, my, my (Tami deh pon yuh mind) Why, oh why, oh why (Why) Hy, hy, hy, hy, hyperventilating See your smile's, got me high And
impress these brand new hoes Laugh every time I have sex with a chick Baby, don't know, I'm an ex-convict Walkin' round the campus with my 'fro and dick Every
eat pizza crust every night And 'Let there be light' was understood, when a mic-stand Descended from up-and-above into the hood and if my face Is worth
