your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre Through hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never look back or I
it (Darkside) - Yeah! So I say [Chorus (sample)] Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace
that I feel I'd rather kill you Cause I got you in my car You ain't goin no were bitch your dead I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out
other girls or boys Only my toys, toys, toys Bang! Clang! Hammer and twist Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed But I won't be mentally scarred Instead I
all I know All I know, all I know All I ever wanted to do was be da man Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam But the dirty streets in the city won't
them bricks I'ma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay
for my cream I will have that red beam on hot beam Now I hear sirens, wait I think I see one behind me I ain't trippin baby, money got me Unh (I run
, nigga back the fuck down I don't care where I go, I don't care what you know I don't care what you say, I put the words back down your throat I don'
life changed but chico won't change, I'm forever Dade invest in my future so I'm forever paid I don't play games fuck boy I ain't EA go ahead and hate
dope I wish you would My hommies showed me love so I know it's all good Back and forth to the bank no I ain't gon hurt I rather struggle with my hommies
while you at my nigga, won't you past the dope You know a nigga has to choke Of killer both for me, I got the smoke flowing down my throat So playa won't
niggas locked up Payin they dues, doin that time, you know Don't trip Chorus: [c-murder] I be's a tru nigga till I'm dead, depend on me I won't rest
my life I'm in no mood now to stop dead and talk it over I don't need no fire and brimstone warning I've been a long time punching bag I won't run no
streets don't like And fuckin with the Outlawz will get you killed tonight I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit I ain't never had (uh-huh) Just write
man named Bello movin' around mysteriously "I didn't do it," he says and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand" "I
Pulling on the apron strings, looking up Standing on the chair to be grown up I feel so little, I need my pillow I hate the time, I hate the clock I want
'till we can't or we fall, last call Now look here, I'm gon' hit the club man, I'm gon' get some love I'm the coolest nigga ain't gon' spend mo than
had trouble at the door That's when I found out that She was only seventeen years old And I couldn't see her no more I ain't tryin' to see myself locked
