twenty years of trying to forget trying not to cry as the longest days go by she remembers how they used to be what did he go through she never ever really
We possessed the chemistry, make history eventually They thought we'd break the penititeniary Made his mom break down at the wake mentally Right now its chilly and cloudy days
, the shows, comes and it goes The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me The snakes, the grass, too long
I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive All my life this drive I tried I seen a lot of good niggas die Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched
you to jail Had you locked up with wet backs, only real niggas suffer set backs 90 days and I ain't goin' to respect that And you can sniff a snitch a
' money, nigga Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture SDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches
a nine steady I'm John Blazin' when you see the arms razin' Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chete Far from a snitch nigga
' And you ain't stop to think about niggaz runnin' their mouth Niggaz snitched you out, that's how it goes down What happened to the days When we could
came up, Westside hustlers You couldn't stop us, no matter what you told us Starched Curduroys with the fresh peachy folders Washington High School, damn, them was the days
[Chorus] Been holdin' this pain inside for so long Though the rain never goes away They say I should leave these streets behind me But it's so hard to
[Intro] Lets try something new It's been a long time coming! Let me try something brand new Hey yo Ski! What you ever do, man? Come on! Yo, what we doing
didn't take long before I made you my wife Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze Come into the crib, even had a set a keys During the days you
of nigga that would sell crack to your mama Take the cash and give me a bind Marijuana Check me bound and some turn bull panic Back in the days, I?m
to tote a 32 up in my crack days I tote dat AK-47 in my rap days Been running for too long Been running for too long Been running for too long It's
thats a back in the day dawg thugs now a days will cock it back pop a cap in your acorn fuck what they say in they songs gangstas dont stay long they
' up inferred Under my black there's a fuckin' tec Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout Now I got to travel long
don't read into it Them days of slangin' yay been finished Them days have been done ended So far gone them days that I'm offended Snitches can't speak
