I?m keeping you in mind For the rest of years, for the rest of years In your watery eyes I?m gonna rest all day In your watery eyes I?m gonna rest all
Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before But we never got our props Till we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls, rest
live, these 18 years. It?s the music I give my blood, sweat, and tears. Not to mention some lifer, Did I mention I like her? Then the rest of the cipher
so don't front, Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front, In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation, Cenilish born represents my young nation
' dizzy as the world keeps spinnin' like a frisbee Gangstas and girls make the world twirl No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration 30 years
Represent it and talk nope no not I That's the code in every hood that you roam Fastest way to catch a hot slug in your dome O.G. the place that I call
again damaged And a part of his heart right here in Venice At the same time you was both loved and feared M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year I'm a mourn
It's these young ass niggas, they straight up thugged out They killas like that little soldier boy 'Cause we livin' in the killin' field Tombstone soldier rest
My avons reflects my mood swing Switch colors like a mood ring Wifey telling me good things So, I won't strain Got grey hairs and only been here 25 years
bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin' a ****proof vest years The aim for the head and chest years What's your name? Make your name known For the next year
and stop waiting See the year of the fly, MC is here, so stand clear I'm facing the Gods with no fear Rob O, East Coast, uptown MCing the most and spreading
nigga Pit (My nigga Bo) That nigga McGruff (Prince Leroy, rest in peace) Spud McKenzie, rest in peace (To my brother Big Nal, rest in peace) Yeah.. M.O
to get a gat So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap Saturday twelve o'clock, told
I'm keeping you mine For the rest of years For the rest of years And your watery eyes are gonna rest someday And your watery eyes are gonna rest someday
remininsce But instead I'll kick a little history all about the hatchet By this time in the game, most motherfuckers fell apart In these years we still
k (Sick) All she know is T-E-C-C-A When your through with work your gonna go with me kay (Okay, Okay, Okay, O-O-Okay) [Hook: Big Krizz Kalico] I want
live, for 18 years. It's the music I give my blood, sweat, and tears. Not to mention some lifer, Did I mention I like her? Then the rest of the cipher
't know how you comin man They don't know how you done this shit Yo show 'em how a brother spit [over Chorus] The MC, with the N-O-T-T-Z, yeah! [Canibus