Lyrics:
The color
Of money
Is the
Color of greed
Grab
What you can
Take
What you need
A wishful
Thinker
Lives
In the past
Climbed
stick reverse
Hear the beat bounce so she put her lil thang in reverse
Every damn beat is my turf
The girl go nuts get naked
Every time she hear
the business
Your rap kinds is bygones, so long to pretending
Return of the gutter and grit
The streets have been thirsting for this shit
Since Re-Birth
with your team
As long as KNUCKIN don't turn it into a crime scene
It's nothin' wrong with Talkin' BIG about your Net Worth
Be-sure that-the-eq-ui-ty is
sport you and support you by any means (uh)
Nah, I ain't givin' you none of my things
But we can leave the club tonight, hit the 'telly and fuck
Long
time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo
Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it
on the bag
Hope my old friends grown up and don't live in the past
Years go by
I'm writing this book of life the pages filling up fast
I just need somewhere
she don't want me because my hearts been devoured
Or maybe she wants a guy that is more of a dancer
And as long as she love him, then to me it don't
I was driving through the fens in a peaceful English scene
Paid for by my grandfather the original gunners dream
I was taking life for granted
of young rulers unfolding new lives Burn away bridge upon waves And cast me in circles As pieces unfold for the plan We'll have pure truth For I am
Moves and clues we're owed our dues there's no doubt about it that all above is about wanting to live long enough
Beats and freaks my mind reaps
What is love then, but to drag a dead dear
By its horns, from the passing lane
Just to drive on, neither to arrive or to escape
Not to save someone
by
You know forever
It's such a long long time
To live your heart must beat to stay alive
Why the heartache
Why the mindless crime
Stand
from the scene
Back my rams and dip up neeks
You can catch corn for screaming Green
The life that I live is a mazza
You don't wanna see this 4 door pull
Rapprers getting all washed up in their detergent
But I'm still fresh and my lyrics is strong
I like Mary J girls all night long
I tale the metal back, Colt
we pull up like a flood
Yall niggas still broke? That's tough
2-6-0-5 that's us
GIP Queezy, Long Live Tuss
Smakk, Lu Blixk and Shizz that's Us
Free KG,
at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started
on the left side
A room full of pride, I'm consumed by the tune applied
This fuckin' DJ is tight man
I can already feel the minutes being added to my life span
A pair of high heeled blues
Waiting just for me
The lights are red and the money's blue
She lives down by the railroad avenue
And the same old dance
move
Move, move, move, move
Been waiting so long to live my, dream
Guess now I control the scene
From T.V. to radio to magazines
Backed up with
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