I was born I was born I was born I was born in a concrete jungle and I learned to make my own way (Learned to make my own way) I was raised by streets
see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
what I mean And this comin' from me I'm lookin at it man Since I've been 13 years old, now I been watchin these cats man I aint no old nigga, but I know
bullets have to hit that door Why did Kobe have to hit that raw Why he kiss that whore Why [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] All that I been givin' Is this thing that I
'Posed to be, the land of the Free I don't see how count me in Oh, America, oh, America, yeah America, America Sweet land of Liberty y'all I'm doing
Daddy] 'Posed to be... Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all I'm
love, think it's sweet Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't know Can't stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread love, think it's sweet Uh, uh, uh all you
, 'cause I'm as real as they come, I'm young and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from, I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows like
no more Uh, I guess that's just the way it goes I ain't tryin to preach, I believe I can reach But your mind ain't prepared, I'll see you when you get
flo', a different plateau, the Mac show When I attack though, I never turn my back 'cause The bullets, penetrate the back slow C-Murder, man number 187 Oh
leave sockin Keep dem 9 mill's rockin No place is this place I dwell, cross every states House Compton cell mates Tossed souls get torn 1-5-9, I represents us the day I
Mob shit bitch I know you know But check game doe I'm in the S-E 4-double-oh Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh The hoe want me to come swoop Take
Or ripped off uh-huh, that's when the shit starts I'm vicious, I didn't get all of my shots When I bite I lock, and I won't let loose until the bones
s chasin millions fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy You got too much, mo', livin to do - I
Chorus: Uh-oh, uh-oh - falling in love, falling in love again Uh-oh, uh-oh - an' I don't want it, no no no Uh-oh, uh-oh - falling in love, falling in
, your beautician yeah Uh Uh Uh yeahh (Verse 1) She got protection in her pocketbook She playin? hard but I know I got her shook Oh baby take it from
i dont mean to come off like a tellamarketer i aint no hood no crook no robber i just wanna part of ya heart i could borrow [hook] sometimes and maybe i
lyrics seem to be my therapy Guaranteed, I hear the beat My stress gets released till I feel at peace And I feel pretty fortunate Even though I never