Lyrics:
understood
Don't make me take
And deteriorate
Ya good health and yo hell
Is all that I know now
So break yo self
Before ya get mowed down
By the low down
is what it is
I’m in for the thrill
Scrr scrrr
Got people staring at me ee
Wooo
Boys dun Dey pick
Stick to your biz
You no know my gist
It is what it
the lesson to learn-ah
Way to get started in the music biz
Just listen to the story as I tell it like it is
I was a youngster from East Junior High School
the presence of your future
You deserve a break today
Have it your way
I ain't gonna hold the lettuce, the pickles or the mustard
A funk a day keep the Nose
day by day
Ooh-oh-oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh-ooh
I just do it my way
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain't got no time
Just burning
never break it apart
Before you I was alone in the dark
Let’s take a ride for the turn of the side
Beautiful girl, we’re breaking the night
Day by day
back to it stay strapped to it
Welcome to my day to day
How could this be make or break when theres 10,000 different ways
Speed bumps are a piece of cake
mi cry
These last days just a pass mi by
Lone high grade and the party life
Still these memories run cross mi mind
Mi see success
But you never see it
(Flame on)
Seven days, seven days, seven days a week
The freaks come out at night so we don't sleep
We just fuckin hustle and stay on our grind
While
By the time I do part two
I might start charging y'all tuition
Something more to rock to, but listen
Especially if got this biz
Within you're future
honestly better than day 1
Am I the same nigga they bullied for saying how I felt
And they hit me at day time
Blacked out my vision but damn I'm
Sick
just for one more mix?
For Old School Party Whoa, I reminisce! ""
Your body, your bod-day- all over my body baby
Your body, your bod-day- all over my
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era
and forty days
Surrounded by forty thieves they wanna see me dead
Run away a fugitive and with a price on my head
Wanna know why you can't identify with
Sike
A couple days past
Caught flights back to Chicago
Completely swallowed by sorrow I had to change the tempo
I couldn't take it no more
Tired
a hotel by the water, a quart of bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
They soon ran out of money, but sonny knew a man
Who knew
a hotel by the water, a quart of bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
They soon ran out of money, but sonny knew a man
Who knew
B.I.Z. all by myself, got nobody
Well, except for just a friend, but he's not what I need
See he could do me in the mornin'
But he couldn't make me day
Here on cloud 8
A lotta nothing's going on
I'm just drifting day to day
Out here on my own
While up on cloud 9
I hear 'em party all the time
They
rolling blunts in the back
I'm just going to tell it like it is, ex military never ever been a scary nigga staying on my biz
On the grind is how I live is
days
Surrounded by forty thieves they wanna see me dead
Run away a fugitive and with a price on my head
Wanna know why you can't identify with what I
roll niggaz still take your fuckin nuts (nuts)
UGK "4 Life" nigga (nigga), none shife nigga (nigga)
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga
that you do not see my fire
Got enough animosity to strangle you tighter than a set of pliers
And pass them out around like party and have you see me
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