Lyrics:
my life, me in yours
Nothing too hardcore, same level as before
But we’re cool and doing what we gotta do
I think I’m happy, and you seem so too
But
last year
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again a trough full of hearts
Could only be a bore
A week in Paris could ease the bite of it
my goals
My heart will never change
I Learned to dance in the rain
Live and celebrate
Girls after me
Cause I'm the catch
Got a Sweater and cap
I can
digging
Holes not big enough
For this money to fit in
And how God had given
His Son in my place
Called it grace
And now I live by faith
Yeah
Thank you Lord
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
Yeah, smooth in the groove
Yo, whassup, man, what's up?
What's goin' on man, what's happenin'?
Yo, whassup? This is the one, Rhythm X, X Calibur
when I'm singing like this
Who is the best in da neighborhood??
I guess it's me cause I live in the woods, all by myself with my crew
Birds, squirrels
have few things to live for but even more to die for
My niggas out the street is what I strive for
To die unheard, I won't grant it
Six feet under
California
LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from
Know what I'm sayin? Yeah
This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age
Because you know, they don't ring by themselves (they don't?)
No, silly boy
Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower
Lives the mysterious bell
slangin yea it's nuttin new
but this is how we live and the shit we get with
a hardcore gangsta a four-time criminal
don't give a damn damn what they all
[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman
for his people
Government of the people,
By the people, for the people
Now it's government of the people
By Popo, for his people
In the ministries
what the future may bring
Till I know by calling I'll just sit here and sing
I want to live a million lives, cause one is not enough
To do all
hit of this ninja dab
Wax out layups toss-up
Walk-ups can't handle our
The smoke in they chest by
The way they cough up
Don't try to hang with the boys
Drive by, I'm waving goodbye, aye, aye
Clear path, I'm making a life, aye, aye
I'm igniting a spark
I shine my light in the dark
I write from
a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come
Wonton
Flowerbomb on your body smell like a trip from London
Mhm I know that you got it what you fly you in private?
You pick a location and you run up
reaction where the respect and reputation
But people these days lives in the days lost in a maze hey that’s so craz
Economy is shunned over ruined by
reaction where the respect and reputation
But people these days lives in the days lost in a maze hey that’s so craz
Economy is shunned over ruined by
reaction where the respect and reputation
But people these days lives in the days lost in a maze hey that’s so craz
Economy is shunned over ruined by
bring new songs to sing
In Him I live have my being
Lit by dreams sittin in this cell
Beggin God to let me up out this jail
But for seven years I was
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
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