Over and again
It seems no way out
opressed, depressed and the stress But the world is a God and a bulletproof vest You be looking at death Wet and dried out and wet, by step Maybe be something I regret (Yeah nigga break yourself, nigga I want all shit, Daz shoot that nigga) Gotta pay the get some get back It seems there ain't no get I hustle, and flip that Now watch it rit back Now I kick back in a cell and my feelings dwell Why I fucked up and I I can't tell, where I Escape and fuck jail Fuckin' suckers, fuck niggas But no way out Sing it with me on
no way out Through all the pain, the hurt, the and the doubts But if you look the other route you'll find out You can do it C, someway out
Talent shit Nowadays you got a grip, get a grip Off your mind, body and Grow old and lose your foes and watchin' foes While the homies on Held on too long the quickly got weak Last week I saw the homie, he ain't even speak (oh like that!?) While I'm in a state Of pullin' 38 special special 38's Go to Long and kick it with Vanardo and Tate (what's up 'cause) The Loc's sportin' Davis' and all my Ant, Dirty, Red, C Dog, Joe Cool and Loc (Criiiiiiiiiiiiip) Yeah I miss my L Dog Mr. Hughes, Mr. Knuckles, 107 BCG's Lil Bam AKA Naked Bam, Man on Loc, I'm Young DPG Marines and it seems
Sing it with me on
til fade]