get lifted your on top of the world But whens it's distant you missed it the helpless little girl You takin' money from your family cause you cold and
to die like everyday When it's thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps Killers, jerry curls, and baseball bats I put it down like a muthafucka, everyday
Raider's caps Killers, jerry curls, and baseball bats Ready to die like everyday I put it down like a muthafucka, everyday I drink brew and smoke weed like, everyday
Everyday somebody gets killed What's the deal it's 1995 and a nigga wanna live The type of life that people dream, I want things A crib, a car, while
to be A cold thang when you knowin' yo' gang ain't got yo' back But you still put yo' life on the line for no snaps This ghetto world is one big battlefield
5 to stay alive Been writin' all night, till the moon, sleepy eye On the bus everyday, face planted in a book Im'ma future rock star, better take a good look Same thang
, brass monkey Yo, yo, I pledge allegiance to the bottle, the cup and the can In front of the bar, that's where I stand And to the alcohol for which I fall And the cold
cold thang when you knowin' yo' gang ain't got yo' back but you still put yo' life on the line for no snaps. [R.Kelly:] This ghetto world is one big
share my world But how the fuck can I share it Everytime I throw you something You look at mine and compare it Man, it's a cold shame But it's a cold
bump hoes, now it's your turn Tell me young tender when will you learn I cold mack like pimps you know Won't sell you though, or sell your blow Just your average everyday
Liffy Stokes] the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a
*liffy stokes* The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and
, and blast on sight It's for the paper it's for the bread, it's for the feddy Seventeen stash spots, between the Dodge and the Chevy Fuck the whole wide world
ain't But a nigga was fed up with this life, thinking about running over to play Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint Taken out there, pulling smith for the thangs
I don't know All I know is when I blow the dro, I'm good to go It heels my soul, now I can face the world, embrace the world And remember, never ever
I look around, it's somebody doing bad That'll put you in the grave, for som'ing they never had Everyday in the hood, it be the same thang Poverty running
your pain I know your going through a thang Everything will be okay The sun shines after rain Hey, I feel your pain I know your going through a thang
fun Everyday of my life, I'm trying get my buzz on Cause on some other shit, I'm keeping it on the under bitch So much pain I overcame, same thang Me,