You
Breaking rocks out here on the chain
Breaking rocks and sirs in the time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain
Because they don't come to fix it me and cry
I hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well, I reckon that oughta get it
I've been working and working
But I still got so deadly far to go
I committed crime lord I needed
Time of being home
Breaking rocks out here on the chain
Because they don't come to fix it me and cry
I hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well, I reckon that oughta get it
I've been working and working
But I still got so deadly far to go
I committed crime lord I needed
Time of being home
Breaking rocks out here on the chain
Because they don't come to fix it me and cry
I hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well, I reckon that oughta get it
I've been working and working
But I still got so deadly far to go
I committed crime lord I needed
Time of being home
Breaking rocks out here on the chain
Because they don't come to fix it me and cry
I hold it steady right there while I hit it
Breaking rocks out here on the chain
Because they don't come to fix it me and cry
I hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well, I reckon that oughta get it
I hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well, I reckon that oughta get it
I hold it steady right there while I hit it
Hit it
W contacting
Rumor
Sweat
You know how I used to
I walked west side
Down with you in the west side
You spoke of the west side
You knew me
I don't
Ain't nothin' goin' on with the bomb-ass rap song
Hittin' all night long, just like me on the block
On my ivory, gettin' six on a tick-a-leek
You don't wanna see it deep, break your glass
Like dishes, muster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes
Runnin' from Venice, up at Venice
They wanna have me as stripes like Dennis Domenis
But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin'
Hoppin' ass, droppin' through the bills
My truth can heal, fool, I got skills
So back on up, boy, check that chin down
It's fucked, and I threw all in
It gets no love, and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it
It gets no love, and I thought you knew it
It gets no love, and I thought you knew it
It gets no love, and I thought you knew it
Chillin' with the homies, slung in the bud
Double-parked, and I'm talkin' a dub about
Who got a plan, who got a plot
Who got got, and who got shot
Cause everybody knows that he got that info
Crazy tunes, hangin' out the window
Fool, I got the bomb-ass fake, the lynch mark
I need another eight, I'm down with eight
And what's up?
Cam and solo, they got you nuts
When I scoot, why the sentence?
Uh, just like George Clinton
SKP is down to catch the body
Put on a new one
Fuckin' little homies
Everybody drop, my fuckin' little homies
Little homies
Everybody duckin'
Just pay attention, there's a story about my little homies
Straight duckin' little bad young mother fucker
Got love, and you can catch them in these G-bots
Touching his block, screamin' out law
Bustin' on my indivisible block
Educated on these post streets
Kicked money, makin' dummies out the police
Ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to rap
To be a thinker, but a smoker, twenty four sevens
Every day drinkin', got my diploma
But I never learned shit in school
Moe money, moe bitches, moe murder bull
Always the young niggas gettin' this shit
She wouldn't stop the conversation
So they called her a bitch
Sussin' on me, but they're motherfuckin'
Drinkin' gin for you, get the sittin' on the buffers
Into this clip, bad bar like you can't know me
Everybody duckin'
My fuckin' little homies
Little homies on the ride, niggas gonna cry
And I don't think it's a problem
Little homies on the pass, bunnies from these punk police
Little niggas on the sheets
Little homies on the ride, niggas gonna die tonight
Let's kick high, let's kick high
Little homies on the pass, bunnies from these punk police
Little niggas, I'm a little fuck
The root is a little cheap, playin' with debt
Playin' Russian or Latin, screamin' human
Hey there, young niggas with your smokin'
Oh, mad at the world, get your tan
I'm a broken on, blood is wild
Put your mind to sick, I'll punch you out
Unless the niggas think they made you shit
Tell me, young niggas, if you die
Put your heart, feel pain
Watchin' as your mother cries
Will all your homies rise?
Or will they all get high?
And talk about how you die
Young niggas on the mission to compete
Gettin' G's back in heat
Bringin' happy to the fuckin' streets
Nobody knows how you took a workflow
And not loaded on the whole punk road
Tryin' to tell him, buddy, act like you don't know
Put out a fist in my show, my little hum
Little homies on the ride, niggas gonna die tonight
Let's kick high, let's kick high
Little homies on the match
One niggas on the punk road, niggas on the street
Little homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight
Let's kick high, let's kick high
Little homies on the match
One niggas on the street
16 on death row
Jumpin' on them phony mother fuckers
Fuck homies stand up
