food Next days, they try to condemn me But yo, I'd just be me as it remains it will be Friggy way these verbs stick the whole nine Part of the thighs
nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on gettin' bigger Precious was his way to put his hands on
radio on and to my utter surprise I thought that it was eight o'clock but it was half past nine I hopped up and put my feet on the floor Ran to the bathroom
[Verse One] Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves Gazelle shades, and corn braids Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies Shootin
Not to ball, but to keep food on the able, believe that [Chorus] Real niggas keep it real with God, keep your head up Stay down on your knees, cause
Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves Gazelle shades, and corn braids Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies Shootin skelly, motherfuckers
be found now Five days on, trapped by a wave Love is turning you out Sliding worry round I try to warn this waiting game To bring that spectre down Black corn
(fallen) and the soldiers go marching in. (2x) Verse 2: If is not around the corner, but it will creep on up you, to get it on up on you murder rappers
the corner store just waiting in line [Deep K-Rino:] Woke up laying on the gurney disoriented and shook [K-Rino:] A young gangsta walked in the door holding a nine
food Next days, they try to condemn me But, yo, I'd just be me as it remains it will be Friggy way these verbs stick the whole nine Part of the thighs
open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger) (Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga
on the West In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest And you niggaz best be on yo' best behaviors I was bred for this shit, front on me I'ma blaze
don't know - I'm Dazed and Confused like a hippie Waitin on the corner for the four-door Honda Picked me up, with the switch seat recliner Yo I hear the horn
Words they is jerkin' in de House of Parliament. Wid' out your words, spit out your verbs Knuckle boy boxen' on de corner of de curb. People, lift dem
t gets mo' dough?, (why?) Gymstar's do that boy cheek - like a Fila. (Fila!) Rely on my street ties, 7 days out the week high We buy whole of Rosie, you
'cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin' time wit' a nine Until we get some land Call me