wasting our energys I pray, I hope, I wanna break free rise above this misery a simple word can change so much a thoughtless remark too quick to judge
Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge
Hey, hey She had her eyes on the prize as the girl next door You grow up quick when you grow up poor It's the only way to LA that she knows The Hollywood
just for you 'cause if you got the power, Then they gets it too If you rollin benz, Then they rollin too If you livin phat, Then they ballin too That
sense of it? Bling bling, I know And did you know I'm the creator of the term I just straightened the perm Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it
coffin is sealed and I'm safely 6 feet under Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me Oh, when they pause to consider all my blunders I hope they won't be too quick
*(Radio personality talking)* Really hasn't been brought up too clearly. The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed. *(Too $hort talking
cash ain't nothing but trash So there ain't no need in your hangin' around Just to make the hit with that chick I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
got About how there's one in every neighborhood Strangers feel like they're tourin blocks You know it ain't too hard to tell That every member of my street team ain't too
blocked off I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off If I get back, I get out with the quickness The D.A., the judge and the jury's on
eyed lookin' at me, battin' they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him Quick to judge
long you been hibernatin'? Too long! You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melon Droppin' grammar like a judges hammer I feel you mark,
you been hibernatin'? Too long! You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melon Droppin' grammar like a judges hammer I feel you mark, feel
the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry rack Walk with me like Dorothy tried to judge
dede de de de dede dede de dede de de dede de de de dede dede) come on you about ready to do it over there you ready too you about ready to do it over
must be jokin' Come on judge her neck ain't broken Well I'll be damned Wrinkled old bag started cryin' on the stand The balif grabbed me slammed me on the ground Judge
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to
