My life, my life, my life My life ain't right, so I'ma fight all night My life, my life, my life My moves stay calculated, my eyes is wide open I'm
My life my debt, my last breath every day along [Hook:] My life...my life...my life My life ain't the same, it shows My life...my life...my life They
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turned on the radio to forget the fun tears coming out my eyes cause I hear I miss my homies On top of that my court dates tommorow facing ten years added to my
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
Bulletproof vests under they coochie Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me My trigga niggaz represent, drivin' dirty in J-30's gettin' bent And to my hit hoes, my murder
my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles I kill a block, I murder the avenues Rape and pillage your village, women and children Everybody want to know what my
' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't
Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C
posse's rollin' tonight, nigga are you down?" I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back I
I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds of pain The snap of a broken neck All alone in darkness I sit each night Write my rhymes with
partner tried to play me and his cap, I peeled Now I rest with my finger on my heater Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper I low ride and I sag and cuss
home boy gettin his mug on hey i wanna get my buzz on fuck around ill put my gloves on say no robbin how i eat b.c 32 thats my street brick squad runners
a 'Dear Ja' letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M O B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I N C I got two
me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my
