Lyrics:
like Pete
Now you can't get paper, I'm an independent player
That's just in my nature
Put my city on the map, man, originator
Met with Teresa, told her
ppl gone do it and put it in motion
And we handling any problem I'll tell em to do it and give em the motive
You with me you know I gotcha we gone make
There's a party in hell and they're all dying to go
Scowl on my face as my anger starts to drown me
Put my middle finger in the air for everyone around me
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
when I tried to say I'll take
Seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47
A revolver and a 9
"I'd die for you, " that's easy to say
We
a corresponding key fob
For all the Linkin Park
For everything I've done
I'll be like Tony Stark
But younger and having fun
I don't care what you think
I put your
friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I got the routine, so put another
nickel in the machine
I feel
sweat it?
I'm all into my music cause it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
done
When I find that I have to run
Lyrics to music by the King of Swing, The 45 King
The words we bring I write, and sing
Cause I am Latifah, the Queen
rolls around
And it's another day of sun
I hear 'em every day
The rhythms in the canyons
That'll never fade away
The ballads in the barrooms
Left by
music shit
Zen came through with the motha fuckin' pack nigga
Get up on a track nigga semi in the back
Chillin by the bag and a Louis suit case
Choppa
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
me
But tonight Shady's rocka-by baby
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
You
Lord knows I'm under the weather
This shit getting hard to take
Keep it cordial wit woman been stabbed in the back
By a couple ill never forget that shit
drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine
Put another nickel in that
Yeah
Man I done put in so much time with this music man
So much money spent, so much effort
It's gotta work, I have no choice
Somethings gotta give
I just want to live my life, get it locked down, never have to worry about a thing
I just want to cruise in my ride with the top down, turn my music
I just want to live my life, get it locked down, never have to worry about a thing
I just want to cruise in my ride with the top down, turn my music
She woke up
Lit a cigarette and put that playlist on
That I made for her when I cared about her
With all her favorite songs
I ain't put my music
public with the strap, you walk up on me
Let that gun off
Put FN on the map and I'll be
Damned to let it fall off
It's crazy in the trenches
Got a lot
was I?
Now i ain't scared to die
Thinkin' bout' death and how am
I prepared for mine
Bury me a g, when they put me in the sky
My heart bleeds
Every time
the curse. I'll tell ya, that was not fun. Did it for a long time. Too long.
(offstage) You didn't find it? It's another white one. But you seeâ?¦in my purse.
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