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State Property Soundtrack lyrics Trouble Man lyrics Nothin for nothin leaves nothin.. betta do somethin Motherfucker punch ya in the mouth.. [Sigel] Hitman, Oschino and Sparks, Criminal Records; talk to 'em yo [Omilio Sparks] This is for my ghetto niggas, reputation is everything So guard it withcha life, it's just like credit The minute ya fuck up you ruined it, ya know? Yo as young adolescents (a-ha) Mommy said we was so precious, I mean - who knew? Round to O.D. to heron and I'd catch cases Let my life slip, inside the hands of these judges Where did we go wrong - huh? Was it these missing father figures? Or watching mom struggle and feed us Come on I need answers, is God gonna judge us for turnin burners on niggas who tried to merk us On the day of judgement - who knows? Until then we'll never know so for now, I'ma do Omilio Drunk than a motherfucker, disrespectin bitches Attitude still the same - fuck these niggas until it's my time to go, you know? I ain't doin no changes, shit, plus I'm happy to be here With my new family.. Black Friday And the Roc-A-Fella niggas, I'm focused, bring the chorus in [Chorus: Beanie Sigel] My life (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and throw in my hand But I won't fold, you know how I roll I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code Where I'm from (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and go get my gun Go all out but I think of my sons Then I look where I was at - how far did I come [Oschino Vasquez] You see ladies prostitutin, wearin tight leopard My sneaks was dogs like pitbulls and German shepherds Fuck where it came from I needed money fast White boys bangin Led Zeppelin wantin twenty bags So I got my first pack on 51st and Market I ain't want clothes I just wanted some Boston Market No mom to call, no dad to beep Stuck on the streets stomach growlin like a dog showin his teeth Life ain't sweet (naw) life ain't a game I know life is more real then Slick Rick chain Everybody get a hand so play the hand you dealt And there's nobody to blame fuck it blame yourself You can go all out, and try to rebel Like a nucleus they'll have you right in a cell You just better pray a lot and hope that you prevail I know livin in the hood is hell, c'mon [Chorus] [Omilio Sparks] Yo right now I'd like to take the time to thank my family members and phony homies for turnin they backs on me Made me stronger helped me deal with snakes inside God's garden But I was roamin like a ruger and I swear these streets'll turn us boys to men Numb the pain with juice and gin Tryin to stack them Horace Grants to a million Plantin seeds is how I blessed the bitches Excuse my arrogance but baby clone me This petty world that kill me slowly took away my grandma mommy hold me Life's obstacles is gettin stressful, that's why I don't come around Written between the paper's line examples of my lifestyle So read inside the guidelines, ain't no sunshine until you break the chains and fly freely, cause I know for a fact Somewhere out in the world somebody need me to make 'em smile and appreciate 'em believe me, but maintain in the meanwhile baby Omilio'll be there for ya, y'knahmean? Shit, I'm a trouble man [Chorus] - repeat 2X Other State Property Soundtrack lyrics: Roc the Mic lyrics Sun Don't Shine lyrics It's Not Right lyrics Do You Want Me lyrics Sing My Song lyrics No Glory lyrics Bitch Niggas lyrics Why Must I lyrics International Hustler lyrics Hood I Know lyrics Get Nowhere... lyrics Don't Realize lyrics |