as a matter of fact It's called, "Lakeside Park"} A midway hawkers calling "Try your luck with me" A merry go round wheezing Same old melody A thousand ten cent
'll make a change, fool Do somethin' knows quicker, it's all fake Ya smoke tramps in our community flood Wit a master plan to get rid of a sea me got
But a good girl is just something I wasn't meant to be It ain't my fault that my soul was born dirty I just can't help it, I'm just a dirty girl I spent
was born in an abundance of inherited sadness And .50 cent picture frames bought at a five and dime I ended up a soldier on the weekend Looking for a
the rent I treat my body like a temple You treat yours like a tent But the right word at the right time May get me a little hug That's the difference
got beef, I got a tec and a fo' You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho If you don't got no whip, I get you a car If you don't got no skills, I
be a lotta niggas dropping Majority, minority die when I fuck But I mean I'm just a bullet and I don't give a fuck I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a
you never see a tooth without a diamond on it This is game at its finest homie Peep it [Hook] [Baby] See I was born from a gangsta Pa gave me a
you never see a tooth without a diamond on it This is game at its finest homie Peep it [Hook] [Baby] See I was born from a gangsta Pa gave me a whip
Jise One] Jise was a scapegoat with staggered tear hype Snipe life work on the street poles with jailstripes born spic with temples of dynamite Strolling turnpikes troopers will take your life Jise died a
by my drunk grandpa. Many years ago in hepsaba a child was born to Fred and Doris Ombree he was a very speciel child for he was concived in a foghat
'm finna put a shell in a nigga head I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it Homie that took the
a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
bed Sun is shinin' on me and you know it sure feels fine Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand Walked up to the window like a natural born
all my niggas on they two feet with street sense And more than two cents in-a dem pocket I rock a verse for keeps, run my lyrics in-a di mix I bet he
a man was a man And a friend was a friend Bring back those simple times of yesterday When you said what you meant And you meant what you said Had a
pairs That's a little, but still, can I get a thumbs up? At least for the peachfuzz that sums up A tidbit, yeah that's it, but who gives a sugar Honey
' two five to life incarcerated activated Stressed behind a cell with no way to escape it Holdin' on, true to ock steel tryin' to appeal Be landed without a