Lyrics:
they status on the streets
License plates that say they, motto
This is Chicago in the heyday
Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was JJ
A skinny
rulin' over shit, not a thing
If I will, then it's spill
You a pawn in my game
Watch 'em kill, do a drill
While this prawn on my plate
All this hurt
you
But you abide by it
Blue & Whites flashing in my rear view
This is supposed to be the land of the free
I could spot fake love with a clear view
Stealing and killing everyday is what is going on in my country yeah
But we the masses everyday to move on to the promise land
We're hoping everyday
you can not see
Why can’t you just believe
That I know, where to go
Materialism
It’ll be the death of me
We are the wild ones
We are guided by our
I step
In this bih
They get to taking pictures
Picture I wasn't ish a lil while ago
It ain't just on me
It's in me lil momma
I'm talkin like
All in
it that you wild and you own it
But I'm wild in the moment
Saying shit I never told you
And we both moving like
It ain't no say so
Caught her by
smoke rings two by two!
The land in silence stands...
Swan lee, his boat by the bank in the darkness,
Loosened the rope in the creek is entwined.
by
The more my love will fade
The more the roses will die
But I'm a hopeless romantic and nothing you do
Will ever stop my heart from keep to loving
and correcting our course
We're gathering to care for this land we call home
And her nurturing places where the wild things do grow
So stoke up the fire with
the dark
Yessir
cnd I don't even know
What ima want
Sitting by my lonely in the dark
Like the “painting of stanczyk”
Started seeing things real romantic
as good a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full hour
Until he played him fast asleep;
Bring me some sanity bring me my juice no ocean spray with the mix but it's cool Bring in them pills I need them by the 2's don't hit me up I ain't
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
will, among good and evil)
In this fuckin' mess?
(Wild will, wild will)
Make your own escape
(Wild will, it's the fallen's anthem)
Scarcely featherless
your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
This goes
ones, wild ones
Ooh
Girl your a wild one, ride you in
Saddle you up and lets begin
And I am a wild one, tame me now
Running with wolves
And I'm
my Energy in music
To focus on my craft and one day I'll Push cool whips
I got my drink in my cup blunt rolled up
Trying to make it Through this thing
And I'm, I'm not full of shit
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong
When I take out
my fire just because
I'm living in the city of the land of the lost
Where everyday n.i.g.g.a.s get knocked off
Where wild ass jits bout to pop off
old school, rock and roll style
I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
Sometimes her whisper fades in low
yourself in a building
Up in flames being told to stand still
The window's wide open
This is leap is on faith
You don't know who will catch you
Maybe
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
some of the strength it had before
The families of your men can't be ignored
This land of green becoming so obscene
A chance to have a history to tell
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