I don't gangbang, I patrol the game And what I'm representing here is putting holes in brains Before I say the same thing I'll be old and grey 'Fore I
state facilities What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf Or wait until my time served and get released Cool, back on the streets I seen some old
my eyes see the blood That mean the creep start workin' Niggas never learnin' that They eyes keep lurkin' Have ya janitor Pumpin' your X 5 merkin' Skid marks the street
support me Besides, you from the 41st side of things and Queensbridge niggaz be actin' like they kings Pushin' Lexus' wearin' fat diamond rings My cellular phone reigns supreme, international think rational The 12th street
same thing all i can tell you life a dirty game streets all i know simple and plain (chorus) i hustle all day ball all night i been in the streets
snakes and these scandalous freaks If we ain't on good terms don't bother to speak Don't smile and try to spark a convo with me Same thing'll make you
to sleep Hopin' that I keep My soul Peep I'm gettin' old And it's a cold cold world And I ain't even got a bomber Livin' with my momma It's the same
like this You, you, you, you and I, I, I, I Back together again Same old world You, you, you, you and I, I, I, I Back together again Same old world
t ever sweat shit, Swear the beats they give me got a mafuckin' death wish, Yeah, tell me who controls kings, I don't follow rules, stupid old things
Lately shit's been drivin' me crazy Won't you take me outta this city? Streets too busy Men too old and the girls too pretty I see that you want me I
You need a holiday, come, see me I know you're tired of the same old scenery And I could change all that so easily Don't worry 'bout a thing, girl,
the world So fiendish, old English till I earl, growing pains A young kid learning early how to know the game USA roller-skate ring, marks the crews with techniques Clean streets
line with the wrong man. right car with the wrong thing. cant tell me shit ima grown man. 16 years old with a old thing. same clothes for days. same
streets and sounds like the 23rd song to the music of 21 guns The flowers are dead and of this by the bed of the place where the old woman died it's
letters to better the young On tree by jury, together we hung Now we let our chains hang and gang bang to maintain 'Ghanastan goin' through the same thing
booty bitches I'll tell you 'bout a day that I had Seen nothin' but bitches with no ass I woke up early, feeling right Do the same damn thing every
broke just hanging out You gotta lot a dreams but you can't get out The first thing you need to do is set your self some goals Think positive, everything else is old
your grandparents, is life the same Man thangs change Everything changed, everything has changed Thangs change There used to be a time when old folks