Teksty:
Alley Life

can get ya Ya still standin' well, damn I still fire up switches That's how I do it in the (Mo-Mo Baby!) Oh I rarely change So you know Alley Life gonna

for the choosin'? Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin' for bruisin' Don't let this heartless bastard take my life

got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no

timer An' yes, I'm a pimp an' a player an' a hustler An' kinda a mack an' a poet, impressive I know it Don't only rhyme for niggas 'cos I live my life

A man walks down the street He says why am I soft in the middle now Why am I soft in the middle The rest of my life is so hard I need a photo-opportunity

is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin' Gun players regular front page is the bonus Life will keep existing while I'm shittin' on opponents Life

mo' thug on this mission Listen, betta pray everyday Cross us on the way hoe Oh, oh, oh I just wanna separate from the previous, baby Or maybe I was meant to live my life

Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, "I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love

lightin' up my life, oh, light up my life, oh Light up my life, oh, light up my life Lightin' up my life, oh, light up my life, oh Light up my life, oh