Song Lyrics
and a firme 64
And momma used to say that i was no damn good, not shooting out the back of an astro van, there s lipstick on my collar
But that s how it goes in the hood, nowadays it seems like things ain t the same, and most of them ended up on their back
You re no good, we wouldn t drive by like a little punk
And i m inducted in a hall of crime, it s you and i killers in my gang, you re no good
i m only 13 and i m raising up a baby girl
Cause they jumped my ass in back in 79, and most of them ended up on their back
I m only 13 and i m raising up a baby girl, she s starving for attention cause it s been a long time Frost, and momma used to say that i was no damn good
And momma used to say that i was no damn good, we d tie his ass up and throw him in the trunk Frost, not shooting out the back of an astro van
We fought toe to toe and stood like a man, up to no good
with a tag on their toe
We fought toe to toe and stood like a man, dirty money spends easy so i d rather rob you
cause they jumped my ass in back in 79
i wanna talk like em
Rest in peace, but nowadays they all on that speed and crack
I m only 13 and i m raising up a baby girl, and how we handled things in our own way
not knowing who she might find on the other line
But nowadays they all on that speed and crack, but nowadays they all on that speed and crack, not shooting out the back of an astro van
A phone number on a dollar, i knock on the door about 6 in the morn Right, you re no good
I m looking at the older fools in my hood, we fought toe to toe and stood like a man Frost, dirty money spends easy so i d rather rob you
You re no good, we wouldn t drive by like a little punk, i wanna talk like em
But she knows i was out with some little hoes, i was raised in a rough neighborhood
my woman used to tell me i was no damn good
it s like that song it s a thin line
cause they jumped my ass in back in 79
And how we handled things in our own way, a phone number on a dollar Ain't, rest in peace
Up to no good, i wanna walk like em, i m looking at the older fools in my hood
It s like that song it s a thin line, and i m telling them the stories of the old day Frost, dirty money spends easy so i d rather rob you
And i m telling them the stories of the old day, cause they jumped my ass in back in 79, and a firme 64