around start a riot, homie. Hit the booth like there's fire on me. They know I'm the truth. No need sic'n a liar on me. Now what kind of men are we. I'm a gangsta comparin' off the sound of MiriBen-Ari
I'm ridin' full speed, leavin' from the ghetto doin'. A hundred miles an hour, you can barely see me movin'. Gotta shorty waitin' for me that I been pursuin'. And I ain't got far to go She a bad ch
You know we've been struggling for such a long time. Working here and there just to get by. It's finally time for me to get mine. No more robbing Peter so we can pay Paul. (Oh no). Or going to ma
Big Ben, Big Ben. . Don't go down that easy. . A knock at your front door. You answer from the bed. Nobody comes in. Nobody goes out. Mistakes you can't take back. The unforgiven move. If this
