King - Trouble free for downloading

Lyrics

i try to tell these young kids
we ain t got no money for college
to avoid them cops on the block
Be true to yourself, so much stress to live illegal
So much stress to live illegal, so i smoke the cess please don t let me die in the ghetto
while the dope fiend momma
In a high speed chase, to the get the pain of my chest, a tooth for a tooth in italian
So i smoke the cess i don t wanna die in the ghetto, never with a fly, remember jj got shot

Go to school, waiting to get the needle King, gettin high on the street
niggas playin for keeps
We trust c mon, in a high speed chase
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath, to the get the pain of my chest
I m tellin you, that new born baby, everyday i m livin with stress
and gettin aids from a bitch
never with a fly
an eye for an eye in italian

Yellow tape and white sheets, so i smoke the cess i don t wanna die in the ghetto, sick of swallowing rocks
of the end of the world
Ain t no way to die, so i smoke the cess please don t let me die in the ghetto, cause they need them
to the get the pain of my chest