Kept my mind fry Slimmed for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with rhymes cause
through you faultiness So sprinkle me but not with saltiness The ghetto taught me this I fought for this, I fight for this, I spend my life for this And
the phony In this life I lead Nigga hustle At a crack speed and I dig greed Fuck makin' friends respectfully I will cry for you at your murder scene
: Drag-On] I'm just a Bronx gangsta You was wit me when I was gang bangin' Crack slangin', snuck the back way in Ya helped me back ???? at the days in
tellin you your life ain't worth jack...jones for jewels...long to leave their name in your back...No riff...the 45th to tounge kiss, for what it's worth
take it for what it's worth Puffn on dank while I'm dippin through the turf Mackin on your ho Yeah I got game cause she paid for the indo Call me a gaffler
I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple of nines Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times And we searchin for this nigga to try
creep [J-Mel] Let's keep the air tight, pluggin these mics, it's rhyme fight Me and my fam A-Alike like to clap on sight Devious, mischevous, eye for
for next year, my dear I say cheers and guzzle eleven beers to celebrate The years of my life, I got mo' days than foes' days Though some I hold days