muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit They feel the punishment, uh, blood
they was unprepaired Who would tell it how it really was? Who dared? A motherfucker from the west coast L.A. south central fool Where the crips and the bloods
shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic type I gotta keep it close
pictures on my budget my main chick clitch , clutch on her stomach see chief posse beat these thug runner stunna may say it other niggas get done this my team get to it, other
me any other country You can start out as a shoeshine boy And shake hand with the president It ain't gonna help you gotta had that royal blood to make
she ain't nottin but a word for my ginsing someone I would use to bust my boxspring she woulda a numba one, not be bada bing bad man not goin bother wit
hate art these egg shella??s I walk on are razor sharp staring at the finish line, looking for a way to start Ia??ve been called everything, an extremist is that a bad
all Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all [Chris Brown - Verse 1] Yeah, me and Sean up in VIP All threse girls surround us Got a bad
Yeah.. Let me get it like this, listen.. [Verse 1] The industry got Drake But the streets got me I watch them praise others And then deny me At first
blood One life, you gotta do what you should One life with each other, my sisters and my brothers One life but we're not the same Gotta carry each other, carry each other
ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills
know that hurt you bad Mystery shows, from gold to shackles and back to gold We act like we home, matter fact we are home Bad attitudes, octoroon skin
arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned Beat you so bad
known for some minor moodswings now and then It all started back when people were doing me wrong and Because of my position I would hold my tongue for them Bad
ve got to do what you should One life with each other Sisters and my brothers One life but we're not the same We get to carry each other, carry each other
Now let's take a trip down memory lane Back to junior high school where it all began Three bad little kids raising hell at school We were just thirteen
my crew very humongous I said T.I hold ya head and Mack hold ya head wish i could but i cant say some other names cuz of the feds and to my bloods, code
got dicks and niggas is bitch made Takin' penitentiary chance to get paid Children gettin' suspended for totin' switch blades Others brutally murdered