're wrapped up in a uniform Just a cigarette away From shedding tears You're screaming for someone to come And pick you up and take the weight... off
a reefer crawl in me all in me Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be Steady hearing women callin me Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator
a mile in my shoes, Hip Hop's in hard times if it's said, that time is money, Then I've been paying dues until I hit the red, Is it dead, or is it just
is, we're doing it now Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts We're here to take back what used to be ours So make your
a bitch, didn't you used to say that? Play around in dirt, you get mud Cause you know, I can either spread love or shed blood And bloodshed turns the mud red
reefer crawl in me all in me Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be Steady hearing women callin me Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator
the mud for my blood, what happened was something for the ill-minded, even though you're true your feet can't fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyes My
s a bitch, didn't you used to say that? Play around in dirt, you get mud Cause you know, I can either spread love or shed blood And bloodshed turns the mud red