Blood, Pus and Gastric Juice
Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin
The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin
I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad
My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog ass
I started wit a fifth and dime rock
Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop
I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back
I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack
Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block
Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock
Half on sellin slabs, I went and scored a fuckin 8-ball
Nigga go
Lotto statystyki Andy's Doin' Time
oh no, andys doin' time
mike said his home schools fine
and jimmy, the job never ends
now you gotta start again
mom said that kathys great
look now, cause angies staying up late with journey
shari and jenn and I'm so glad they're friends
so I move on and on into the sun
you say I'm the lucky one
am I really the lucky one
hey josh, hows the service
all this talk of war makes me nervous
but deisel is comin' to the show
tell me something I don't know
I know that winstons the man
If you go in you better hide your hands
I bet that mamas been cookin' something good
I'd head home if I could
but I gotta move on and on into the sun
you say I'm the lucky one
am I really the lucky one
am I the lucky one
yea the lucky one
oh shack, I know moneys tight
but man don't give up the fight
cause we're moving on and on and on
we'll head out torwards the sun
cause we're the lucky ones
yea the lucky ones