slugs up in them cops Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop Goin' out like a thug on the double glock Back from hell and ready to bail Time to hit
up and rolled down Dagger Headin' for the nigga he was after By the time he arrived at the scene Malcolm was ready for anything He tried to sneak around the back
I am representing for my niggas on lock Doing time for that he say and she say Laying niggas down on the freeway Believe me they need me 'cause all these
to win A street nigga, the stand up type, never to fall I've been programmed to run in and get it, take it all Sit back and capitalize off mistakes you
don't even call back Hey, 'cause I'm too good for all that I wanna give this love back if I could My love is so good You wish you could get this girl back
, no sign of the light As the time goes by, forty days and forty nights Baby, cut my lights back on Take me I'm yours, baby Cut my lights back on Release
or alive in it's guttering glow And death comes through these streets like a scandal Bent up and beaten, oh, a bitter body blow And in bars and shaded back
a human in disguise Them said that my peaceful ways is wrong, and it won?t come my way Hopin? to set up some time at work so now there?s no time to play
Pardon me sir, is this seat taken? I overheard you say, ?Not stirred but shaken? And I could really throw one back Such a thirst doesn't always permit
That stands for somethin' Because my passion and rage are highly concentrated This underground music movement is way too underrated Pop music done came, had it's five seconds of fame Now it's time
throat Bitter pill to swallow How it makes me choke How the hell am I gonna find Happiness and peace of mind When I'm losin' all the time? Yeah, bitter
't get next to you, babe I can't get next to you I can't get next to you, babe I can't get next to you I can turn back the hands of time You better believe
Common ft. Bilal ?Black Maybe? Hook Can?t come around They gon wanna bring you down No one knows just what?s inside Doing dope and doing time Why they
if I miss A warrior waiting for Armageddon I get serious as hell when I'm threatened Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury Send them back
givin hickies She know what she want, she want that California funk Them hundred spoke thangs with that juice up in the trunk She wanna ride down the sho' with the top back
me where we goin'? I'm Shorty the Pimp bitch, you goin' hoin' Fucked in the car with my pants and my jacket on Raged about the pussy, now I'm in the
shreds, before they get one dime And to them, it's a hurtin' fact Because it's all insured, so yo, I'm gonna get it right back And yeah, they lookin' like dummies They waste they time
Do it 1, 2, 3, 4, 4 5, 6, do it, do it We're, we're, we're here We're back, back, back, back Back Back Back ...