Gloverin' [Beyonce] I knew not he you might as well be mumblin' See I have dreams of the man what would become of him There's not a kid out here who
's holdin' down B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead By anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead (He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock Once we kill
no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I gotta be
would be nice but your name ain't Ice Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, rock you softly How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me TV, movies
everybody out there to throw their hands up So get it on kid Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin' forte Quicker done than O.J., hey I freaks
atomic bombing the populous Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking
a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me The same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E Folk in the hood be askin', where I be Dogg, I'm out in Hawaii,
in Shady so they can be evil baby I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made me Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers And heroin
, say what I rock for the purists and I rock for the players I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies, come on I rock for the elders and I rock
Thirty nine motherfuckers already got scooped up Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right now Out there out the motherfucking window) You got the strong scoopers out there
'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die
years is ours, from here on out Theodore, straight up and down Word up, introducing next You know, acknowledge the great My muthafuckin' man J-Love [J
life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too I never rocked with, laws they keep
the pharoah We's there, we was moving that Peruvian white Blowing coolies in the hoopties, slamming cuties at nights Big heavy pots over hot stoves, Mayonnaise jars and water With rocks
wrote this on Donnie Roof After his funeral, on one knee thinkin' his killer's followin' me So to my nigga Donnie, up there Can you please tell God
means I can hold mine down Without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out Justice must be born there's no escape Because a snake can't be reformed
click of a hand, I'll be a man eventually, When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five. A clock can kill motivation
