ll niggas do is just sit back and do nothing. Talk about it forever, do something nigga buy a crib or something nigga. [Verse 2] I wake up early and
all animosity constantly Falling quickly the devil calls it A blessing to cross nitty Lessons are taught quickly Hell my pride will die with me Then to repeat back
enemies close, watch what I gross That?s why I pack my toast, nowadays cats, adios, uno, dos You fall off and you can?t come back You get the hit single
Boy wonder, one summer, I was stunting Winter falls when I cake more Bag models and crush 'em I ain't never been a cuffa and my lifestyle is custom Chromy
, I know he loves me and I know he cares And he'll never put more on me, than I can bear Is it a blessing to live or a blessing to die? Let me finish
City Jones running through my bones Way, way back with A+ beepers and gray phones Even further back when I was just playing around the yard Riding bikes and shit, falling and
Hundred Station, Smiling Coat and Gumptown and lil' Poony your soldier name was Eddie Hell and all my thugs in Riverside gave you the truest fairwell and
pushed pies like Marie Calendar (What you gonna do?) Shoot it up if I must, take over shop Get out the car and walk, sneak up on partner and do a dome
sack, I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag, I'm an angry drunk when I'm grabbing a rum, And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric
Lay uh huh And just smoke on Smoke on I'll roll this blunt for you [L-Burna] Nigga, this my life And I'm livin' the high life And I love to smoke And
Thug) And rest in peace, and when I find 'em I'm a rip 'em, I'm put my teardrop on it Yeah, and rest in peace, and to his mama His dada, I'm paranoid
in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. Nigga what? Bring yellow niggas back in style B -Bizzy Bone- The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and
it nigga, fact is fact The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props Konkrete and Big Boi
strong and stains the path I roam. There's right and there is wrong, yet I chose the one I'm on. To the hell and back where life is gone. And it's
righteous Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even C'mon down But welcome to the terrordome Come on down Come on down Caught in the race against time The pit and
C R U, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do
sound on the earth was boring But I knew that under ground Was worth exploring So I packed my bags And I grabbed my swag And I haven't been back since
bout it Put a boot up in my lip And put my dirty up in a clip I drop the top and then I flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip And I be full of that trash