m out You walk around wit a frown Now tell me where you at you now How does it feel to be down How does it feel to be broke Hear my name all around How
is the way I creep my season here's my ghetto rep I kept, to say the least no no it can't cease So I begin to piece my two and two together Gots no snowy
the fuck away or die tryin at the start of my orders So I tried to be King, so I died to be King I be the only one that smoke a 5 on the scene [Obie
t take that That's why he's layin on the floor, .45 bullet in his back Lala made it to the computer room A guard followed him, so that's where he met
, forever so Doin out Little Italy to Mexico Now who be the next to go Will it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco Or strictly back to disco
wouldn't be any horrible things. You must care to cry, love something in order to hate something... You must have a heart in order for it to be broken
was a mess and your face was wet Your body was trembling The summer's heat made your clothes stick to your skin I just didn't know where to begin I feel
aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake