you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display J5 finds a way
live for myself And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go But if I live to see another day, another funeral It's sad, I look into they eyes
place, ladies and gentlemen, the smoke and the flames now, ooh, the humanity" (Live radio account of the fire and crash of the German airship "Hindenburg." It happened 5
of our greatest accomplishments (one now) our names will live on this monument so that our kids can hold up they heads with confidence that's when our
The Game spit three I said "Fuck It!" I'm a have to show these niggaz somethin' 33 is the number that enlightens the Brother Insight to the fullest that
curb You would go to jail get caught with this, niggaz'll grow to fail Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales They lived like brothers, word
got a gun Stay out his way unless you want some See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder A big Christmas list
promised in this ghetto but we lost cause we black Picture 5 kids in the project in a one room shack I had big dreams of making it big I caught nightmares
bring Comin' through hard times Now we into stacking our CREAMs Same niggas wanna roll used to laugh at our team and I don't trust this rap shit We keep a gat in our
kill my son because my son is all I got And there's a very reason why the brothers slang rocks My mutha wants to know why our son sells crack I tell her