between all my niggaz that's close to me In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivot On my
your lights hip hop style? for the ghost rider I've been writing on my own since I was just a kid (THE BLACK FRANK SINATRA) I've been writing on my own
a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker gotta me
all the fleas off of these Stayin' high off of trees Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze And the time I'm spendin' in yo bitch, a supreme blast In the back of my
talkin he-say-she-say about me ya bitch-ass-niggas Y'all not ass, y'all titty y'all style is shitty How dare you try to represent New York fuckin City
bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker
do we do at our show... [Verse 3: Cold 187Um] We wear black on black with the locs and the romeos Start stepping, unload my mike weapon We say it's
block Remember all the hardheads, getting all the hard knocks I started with Gs and then I moved to keys And at this point my life went with ease In other words, my
in June Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon +Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+ Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight coon Black
if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker
all my niggaz that's close to me In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivot On my block
lights hip hop style? for the ghost rider I've been writing on my own since I was just a kid (THE BLACK FRANK SINATRA) I've been writing on my own since