Loveleen

[Hook] (x4) Money, bitches, hoes Greed, pussy, lords knows [Verse 1: Rejjie Snow] Snake's up in the grass, Fake Gucci on her hip The product of a warrior, The kids ran riots While the black kid rapped And a story of A city and the hatred for the piggies Fuels fire in the bones was always proun to see the spliffy Another young boy in a grave With his picture on my shirt Rest in Peace, and may you lay Lay up in the heavens sippin' henny Smiling at the city and your son who cries daddy (daddy) We'll never get to see him be a king But I promise I'll bless him with the money that I win He's even got that same fucking smile And laughs when i piss, and fucking sing about how He once stole a truck and got arrested in the town To the sounds of the pigs, (get on the ground) 92 got 'em So I'm getting them again Black militant, back up on my 92 shit Pants saggin' niggaritus, - with a 92 bitch Born in 93, one double nine three 93, pre-milluminum a little bumble bee See me, I mean, I was a warrior One a mission, was running and fucking gunnin And shooting my own decisions Black, sell a fucking ounce of crack Momma said to give it back, money over honey's But the dream was to fucking rap Walk around the city, looking pretty, but we're city rats The intuiton , my 'tuition was the streets Junkies sucking glass dicks, baby's trying to eat Then DranaL - came along and sent a beat Hip-Hop fucking history Sipping guinness, fire flaming predicaments Snatching a purse, to feed a habit drugs were prevalant But the prevalence of hevean just a stain On It's Relevance, momma said to get em So i.. [Hook] (x4)