i wanna thank you

Lyrics

, yo, you can't fake it, life's only what you make it, front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it, ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit, found his body, in the projects, naked, i ain't gonna lie, if i wasn't doing this now, i'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town, with my eyes on a couple of guys, with their eyes on a couple of pies, cause i will survive, brains, is the key to the game, if you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun?, if you ain't got guns, then you better cop some, 'cause the new world order's around the block, dun, streets be where lox get their props from, check us on the internet, l-o-x dot com, a worldwide message, i try to express it, the best i could, for ya'll to cherish, till i perish, i wanna thank you, heavenly father, for shining your light on me, it's been a long time, since i had someone to love me, i owe my thanks to thee, they never expressed, that life's a part of death, they never go there, but you can blow here, the 25 to life and greens from below, where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed, can't call your mom, dog, you know times is rough, you was out yesterday, stressing a better way, funny thing, they always seem to lock down kings, and the thugs on the street just love to say, "it's all foul.", watch the honeys check your style, worthless, when they worship, what you purchase, they only see ice, not me, under the surface, what's the purpose? i just, go my way, know my way, 'till bullets blow my way, which they might, 'cause any night can change your life, keep your state of mind tight and remain alright, it's plain to fight, but different to shoot, and might do it, if you ain't 10 different ways to get loot. hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street, holding heat, it's them same crooked niggas, watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word, buying beats is like copping grams, niggas got too many scams, to give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans, that's aiight, though, 'cause even ready rock gets sold on our block, watch us turn nothing into nitro, and we don't mingle, 'cause none of us don't really know you, from the heart, we never talk to strangers, so why start?, anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit, i watch wild niggas blow, see how plush shit can get, but we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast, we gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme, if i, wasn't that cat, sheek lucian, that rap, would you still be my man, and pass your bottle to my hand, would i be in the rain, while you pass me in the land, oh, you think by now that i don't already know your plan, to get next to me and possibly sex me, then slip ecstasy inside a nigga's pepsi, money'll never amount to respect, b, and you don't wanna test me, 'cause god blessed me. and i know, i know that it could not happen without you, i know it could not happen without you