think you get first class. It's like: throwing a steak to a dog with a short leash. Make sure you got five fingers before you leave. And when the dog
your dreams real talk Ready kids, let's go Dreamin', yeah, dreamin', yeah Dreamin', dreamin', yeah Dreamin', yeah, dreamin', yeah Born September 28, my life far from great No food
get up in a bitch throat like hiccups I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas Then turn to their female dog like "bitch, what?" My niggas squeeze triggers like
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin' money off us Fast food, cola, soda, skull
test me, you break bread with niggas that owe you, I can show you, slowly rollin like these cuts from old school, cookin it up just like its soul food
school diploma, go to college Get a degree and start makin dollars Only one thing wrong, and it's a trip Inner city schools don't teach us shit Got us
team And her baby dies just like a dope fiend The story I tell is so incomplete Five kids in the house and no food to eat Don't look at me and don't
Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me Then went and dyed his hair just like me A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run
Ice don't like me Said some shit in Vibe to spite me Then went and dyed his hair just like me A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run
my niggas from the Chi, that's my family, dog An' my niggas ain't my guys, they my family, dog I feel like one day you'll understand me, dog You can
concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the 'Big Payback' Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a **** for real, we eat ya food Like dog
first for you touch us He one that's kicking our brothers Much as I smoke the duchess and model chicks that cut us And motherfuckers that love us Their
was merry And kids had nothing but jokes just like perry Every night at the show was a good night Hot dog and ev in the morning had a food fight Chicken
, dog where the beef is seeking Kids don't trick or treat, they get tricked for treating Come home with me, where the pistol squeezing Niggas twist they cheekin', ripped to pieces Our kids
they wit me or against me? How these pussy gon' convince me to start and don't follow up And touch my momma kids follow us My mom proud of us and plus
the greatest, can't beat us join us Keep heaters on us, with red lasers Now fair warning, short shots won't graze ya We hug corners, play blocks like
horns like Coltrane" But still I cry tears of a hustler Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers That's above us, make beds for the babies Tuck kids
your chrome clique Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin Face wrapped up like
