Lookin' for these better days
Better days hey, better days
Got me
Hahaha
Oh yeah
My home boys might squabble but we
Shit, I'm a changed man, ay, turn the lights out
Big
Ladies and gentlemen!
This is a Jazze Phizzile produc-shizzle
My nizzle! Ha!
Out
No, no
Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners
And my niggas say
"We want the fame"
C'mon
One thing we all
You a what? Bad boy killaz
(That's right bitch, fuck em'
For all my niggas in the hood
Livin' the life of
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man, so far I've been
Young mothers
I feel you
I know how it is
Mama's just a
Stand in formation
My motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers,
Damn, take a ride to my block
My block, that's right
Now of course I want peace on the streets, but
Whassup Boo?
Swear I'll never call you bitch again
You ain't fuck
Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Straight muthafuckin' ballin'
Part two, still ballin'
Westside
Now ever since a
Turn it up in my head phones
Coming to a ghetto
There you go
Actin' like a hoe
I don't know why I
This motherfucking life I lead
Shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by
Dear baby, you the picture of perfection
Straight from your million
Hahaha
And ugh
I started out dumb sprung off a hood rat
Listening
Fugees, Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too,
Let us pray
Heavenly Father
Hear a nigga down here
Before I go
