Over and again
It seems no way out
Feelin' opressed, depressed and the But the world is a Without God and a bulletproof You be looking at death Wet and dried out and wet, by step this'll be something I regret (Yeah nigga yourself, nigga I want all that shit, Daz shoot that nigga) Gotta pay the Gotta get get back It there ain't no get back I hustle, strive and that Now watch it come rit Now I kick back in a cell and my inner dwell Why I fucked up and I I can't tell, where I Escape death and fuck Fuckin' suckers, fuck them But no way out Sing it me come on
no way out Through all the pain, the hurt, the and the doubts But if you the other route then you'll find out You can do it C, someway out
Talent shit unless you got a grip, get a grip Off your mind, and soul old and lose control Duck your foes and watchin' While the hold on Held on too long the strong got weak Last week I saw the homie, he ain't even speak (oh like that!?) While I'm in a state Of 38 special metal special 38's Go to Long Beach and kick it Vanardo and Tate (what's up 'cause) The sportin' Davis' and all my folks Ant, Dirty, Red, C Dog, Joe Cool and Loc (Criiiiiiiiiiiiip) I miss my homie L Dog Mr. Hughes, Mr. Knuckles, 107 BCG's Lil Bam AKA Bam, RSC's Man on Loc, I'm Young Gotti DPG and it seems
Sing it with me on
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