Lyrics:
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but
and things
And after three or four days, I gave that bitch a ring
We started talking and I dropped some shit
Gave her some game and now I got that bitch
time
But he didn't tell us when
These "good times" would be somethin'
That was really happenin'
So the band broke up
An' it looks like
We will
anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe (see the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever)
Can you hear that? Niggaz that's the winds of change
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Water Street
After that you know that I'm a go in the booth
And lay a couple bars that maybe one day could inspire youth
Boutta graduate I'd like to call
Again
Let's drift into a new sunset
Like in a song by Nichols & Williams
If you still complain that your life is too short
Seems like you just can not
these songs like in one day, and in two days
I gotta bring up one thing, you know, go back to in story
The day I did the 'Can't be Life' beat I tracked
Fat Joe
And that bitch, Remy Martin
We thuggin'
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest
I know some chickens that be
Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' they own thing
But
the verse is ready
Not a how do I feel, not a how do I deal
If that's life, then nigga, how is it real?
These last couple of days I've been speaking to my
For all the thirsty sumchins out there
Beware for like the 147th take
Cause when I hit it
That pussy closed for sure
Like she rock that V card again
Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' they own thing
But
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
playin poker
Cause I remember days, nights
I couldn't even think right
Niggas gettin murked out I'm clutchin
On that thing tight
I wouldn't even blink like
No
Dale
Born in the Nineties the best of the eras
It cost like Ninety for that new panamera
I seen it in her eyes mascara
Need the bread with
like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate
These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember
You did say you were Friday
But you don't
dark
Keep me out it baby, that between y'all (keep me out it)
Fuck her bad like I'm tryna catch a charge
Fuck her fast like I'm tryna catch a charge
Jadakiss was not tryna take an L (nope)
You see how he snatched that bandana off of Juelz
Threw it on the floor, I'm like these niggas need help
Kiss
can't control (what)
Problem
That Ambien in my ink pen
Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins
Y'all five days and a weekend
Stay smokin' on that
looks like
What his purpose is
Now, the thing is that what people
Uh, tend to, to struggle with
Is to understand that beings are not
Obvious it's not that
like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate
These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember
You did say you were Friday
But you don't
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