I know how it smells GPS .. to the mail It ain't start to chill .. feel so lucky .. nigger let me show you how I go I've been tired of your .... I ain
of little me that I couldn't do it (without you on my side) Silly si-silly me to think that I could leave you Silly si-silly me to think that I don't
look in my eyes and tell me that you love me see my Mama knew best when she said that you were right for me And I'm gonna do whatever feels right for me
be a chance for eveyone To protest against your calculated greed But I can see into the future Won't be long before the welfare Send me letters telling me
walk With patience through that open door I have no fears, angels follow me wherever I may go I live this life until this life won't let me live here anymore Live
My brakes are on fire, from trying to slow down I'm always burning my tires And my horn is too loud I catch people staring, looking funny at me When I
shit This unity is gettin' to me Every brother on the street is my homie I'm rollin' through a hood that I never been And every brother steps to me
yeah It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em All you punk bitches just stand back and watch Me, I'm
My life style's crazy, I'm luxury lazy So much gold that jewelry don't phase me Cordless phone, eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
by the F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme Everlast, get funky for me
windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station I am tryin' to figure out why you so mad at me Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell that magazine stop askin' me
the show I've been down on my luck I've felt like givin' up My life locked in the trunk When it hurt way too much I needed a reason to live Some love inside me
sick of being followed I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live? I'm gonna
it enter me I think positively, you cant harm me mentally, not physically not spiritually you never get rid of me i am the epitome if this is what u did to me
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over Everything about me be gangsta Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya Man, I'm tired
footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again And my mother accused me of losing my mind But I swore I was fine You paint me a blue sky and go
get away Live to kill another day Heres a toast to the gun throats Niggas who aint the list that dont mind gun smoke To my life time criminals Remind em what fear is we tired
their lives Hoping that they might find the chance Where they can make things right Through my desire Thank God I found the fire Oh, for everything has led me