Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now








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Everytime I try to fly, I fall without my wings I feel so small.
Navi Katorin +
Thanks for the fave on Roger! I'm honoured and pleased!
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love, tim
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-Thats because they only want you till some one better comes along-
how's it going man?
cheers for the watch!
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"There are two kinds of people in this world that go around beardlessboys and womenand I am neither one."
thanx man! haha
talent has very little to do with it man
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"There are two kinds of people in this world that go around beardlessboys and womenand I am neither one."
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