Lyrics:
Never give up cuz it worth it my brodie
And never forget where and who u was with
Step by step u moving forward alone
And nobody can understand how
dla mnie jest pro dla ciebie może być niczym
Miejskie wibracje tajemnicze jak matrix
Byś nie zastygł ruszają jak adrenaliny zastrzyk
Pewnym krokiem od
Let's go down to the sea
Let's take a walk down by the sea
See the blood soaked sand go down to the sea
It's such a beautiful night, love when
years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by (uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Nothin' like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
Mixtapes by wack DJs adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion
On videos
As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square
Not a chill to the window but a little to the air
From another direction she was calling my eye
It could be
and the pain
Surrounded by a million and no one around
The dirt below loves me just the same
With the moon on top
And the square aligned
And the feeling's right
The village square stands quiet
The curfew still enforced
The streets are even clear of dogs and whores
Like some evil bird of prey
The scaffold
to resist
Strapped into this electric chair
No verdict ever got reached by a square
No verdict about which I'd even care
Non-linear time mainline, non
Down on the place
The pizza the square
In the street
On the strada
Watching the blood flow
Down where the boy goes
Down where the bloods flow
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
Selected shape, a square or round wheel
Dimensions fate: how to sort you
A hit or miss - want to succeed?
No way to tell - how falls the mustard
a beat by the pound
Nigga you just an ounce
Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga
Tryna get a glimpse of the life
Yo my life is like sorta like
and you said you was with it, so
I can peep by the convo, you not no silly hoe
Yeah, I own all the cars you seen in the video
Do you know you lookin'
a beat with my feet by just hitting a loop
Bringing the lyrics to prove that I can fit in these shoes
I give you the truth through the vocal booth
Stars
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
Rose, move halves and wholes
Come down to the jungle, just ask for Hov
Move blocks and squares, move apples and pears
Work pots and pans, just to cop
seeming like an old vet
Time will pass me by if I don't graduate this time so I expand my mind
Find ways, to elevate it, motivate it, calculate it,
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