Yeah! Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing Probably cause I never could so if I had it, never would Then I got my first little taste of paper, and I splurged I guess it's just the nigga urge, this is the Boondocks I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley Thursday I be trynna save the world then on Friday I hit the club Hoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses Niggas get to scraping then you hear the gats blasting Damn! older niggas ain't got no problems with me My momma told me to speak like you got a college degree You see I can, but I won't Plus I'm saying what I won't Plus this slang that I speak don't change that I'm deep That's the throat, on a certified freak, while she choke? As we headed to the crib yes I let her give me head so she won't remember where I live My game is tight, baby no need to bring pajamas you ain't staying the night No disrespect, I just say it polite I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life
Like Hov said it Can I Live? Aye dear Lord, Can I live? -Hey! Now am I Living to get paid just slaves for a wage (all week) I can't do no 9 to 5 told my momma (sorry) I can't do no suit and tie, no I want the (glory) If you knew me know my life is like a movie starring me Pardon me, if it seems that I'm following my dreams I ain't reading off the script that they picked (for me) I ain't pissed, naw could'ntgive a shit (hardly) I be shitting on them niggas that was shitting on me Will I live or will I die before they get to know me If I go I know the ones that's pouring liquor for me And I know the fake niggas really hating on me Knew that I was bout to blow so they was waiting on me But Oh-No, Lord See I'm smarter then they know-oh-oh So hold on, Lord, Cause I ain't quite ready to go-oh oh
Can I live
Somebody told me that it's only one shot so I'll be God damn, If I'm ever gonna stop Promise to my momma I'm a make it to the top So I'm a keep climbing to my heartbeat drop
Like the phone when she heard the news Her sister on the other line talking to her shoes The only son, what a thing to lose More blacks singing more blues More niggas pouring more brews Poor dude he was young like 21 strait up out that city that I'm from A real smart Nigga, but his niggas they was dumb He ain't even get a chance to run Before it landed in his lung God, breath nigga His partner screaming Don't you *** leave nigga! Took off his shirt trynna stop the bleeding nigga Don't you go! But his life fading slow Did I tell my mom I love her, do she know? Did I tell my baby sorry from befo Won't get to see my son grow Lord I ain't ready to go
Can I live? Can I live? Dear Lord, Can I live?
Can I live? Yea
Compositores: Reginald D Perry, Jermaine L Cole ECAD: Obra #15689033