Lyrics:
the money money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight
Nigga I don't shoot cars up
Or shoot doors up
That shit I did when I was sixteen,
him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like over now
I know you want to test rock, what you waitin' for
I live one-thirty-eight basement door
City up
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
pull ain't cute no more
In the future my whip only has two doors
Two doors, driving past Navy Pier
God damn I wish you were here
Without you my life is
Felt like my body had left me and all that's left was a ghost
Threw out a dozen of donuts and bolted straight for the door
Sped down the 48 road and made
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
Enthralled by the thirst, thoughts of a deviant man
Intoxified, thoughts of taking life
No live are mourned, no cares, nothing more
Two worlds
bathroom out of order, gotta knock on Uncle Kevin's door
But it's really scary, cuz he live way on the seventh floor
And she was out on 2, the older
The coloured lights within are glowing
I'll be there standing at your door
And soon we won't be waiting anymore
Two thousand years
Have gone before
This year's
horsemen arrive
I've done performances live
In empty auditoriums
Ignored by scores of them
Unfortunate?
Of course it is
But I remain victorious
Why?
Cause
the what?)
Law comes crushing and you feel
Like you were nothing
Now you live in fear of judgement hold up
Two types of righteousness call it 2KR (2KR)
One is
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
inside
I got heat up in my fingers
Hoe you ain't gone tie me down
So I'm flying off the henges
Close the door pull it down
Foreign coupe Lambo henges
will comply
It's now
2025, my legacy survived
People live and they thrive on what I provide
Took me from a mortal and made me immortal
Two takes it
What will it be all for
If we only want more
Feeling all the down pour
Gotta pick the right door
Which way am I taking
No more room for faking
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
the new red
The Spirit and the Sword
Got me workin' on my two-step
Flowin' like a rasti
Dance like Jamiroquai
Speakin' simple English
But they actin'
get paid
By any means
Gotta live out my name
By any means
Whatever it takes
Whatever it takes
By any means
By any way
We got the team
We'll make a way
Strapped down like Rambo when we move
I like all my women in two's
Strategize so hard that we can't lose
Stackin' hundreds up until our pockets got
My text messages left on read
The flowers by your door left ignored now they dead
Your lack of care filled my head with dread
Now I'm sitting here
and Lesley ended up on that same train
I'm talking everyday, I used to wake up around seven or eight
To catch the 906 from Norbury Station
Two different
or sixteens in the doors of cars
A star is born
In the hood, may a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for
Let me tell you bout a girl I know
She my woman and she lives next door
Every morning 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in an old tin
a red light
Yellow hello hello hello woah
I say slow it down
I'm the spook who sat behind the door
I'm the spook who sat behind the door
Behind the door
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