hop in He dropped me off in compton, that's when my story ends Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh This another story about the wrong path I
block where the beef's at And park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers Hollow tip, lead busters there's no Heaven or
OG's, this is for the OG's/ This is for everyone back in the day, everyone who paved the way before me/ This is for the shorty's/ It's because even when
O-Z's, lay and leatherface and double Z's [unverified] Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money Nigga these bitches all up on me and half the industry phony It's
s the same shit everywhere I go, you know) Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so familiar) Struggle in the game (It all
Oh, oh, oh Let me tell you a story about a man named Leroy Jones He loved my mother's children like they was his own He was a role model, he was there
"We have a problem here This child just will not do A thing I tell him to And he's such a big old thing He hurts the other children All the games they
t make it on her own [2nd Chorus] My brother's doing bad on my mother's TV Says she watches too much, it?s just not healthy ?All My Children? in
, Step, Step, Step off Well, i'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow So what ya M.C's gonna do now? It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan You won't
they shorties, telling war stories Some rebel, and some give a glory, And fame is like a game in the streets (wassup g) players kicking game to the freaks
[Devil] Hello my children, hahahaha, gather 'round I got somethin' that I wanna say to you I think it's about time we over come these fucked up rules
dreams For my love You will feen What the deal dun? It's '91 Moms still strung On this nigga d-rugs His game's tight Every night she tries to go pursue
old cat, get his Kangol clapped brains blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap shame on black, the game's so whack dame sunk some children from
end of the day Like four strong winds blowing for around and back and back and The Boys are back, the Boys are back Well, gather round children we got a story
too You ask me how I'm livin', this hit's for you But that's not all we got the prize A mother in a kitchen, now yo, she's dead inside Yeah, we took
's hope for peace, let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. (peace, peace, peace, peace...) Peace - let's hope
or your fault This world got me goin awol Whatever the case may be you better believe lil lay play yall hey yall This ain't the endin it's really just
gives a heck? There's no type of path to follow It's all about a dollar, fuck bein a scholar That's why your report card's through Like a BizMark beat
