Lyrics:
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
this ending, back in the day
Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggas would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still
the motherfucker just blow, Yea
Thats how we do it in the Four yea
I'm hot but my heart cold, yea
Roll this lets smoke, yea
Alpha male on the flo',Yea
Realest nigga
nobody seems to know why
You need to wake up world
We all are trapped in the system
But it's just no good time to play the victim
Hear me though
Young
the cold wind blows
And fussing and flapping
In priestly black like a murder of crows
All this time
The river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
If I had
the cold wind blows
And fussing and flapping
In priestly black like a murder of crows
All this time
The river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
If I had
expect these rappers to come murder me
But even in their dream, these rappers can never murder me
Cos I'm still the best, only person better is another me
now, that's the proof
I ain't make it to the funeral, but homie rest in peace
If this world get too cold, I hope one day you rescue me
Nigga maybe we can
and you dipped then 现在更加不会需要你
Persistence
Nothing, in this world, can take the place of good ol' persistence
Talent won't
(Education won't)
Nothing's more
don't always look like lies
The words we sell ourselves still take us by surprise
Keep open, stay agile
Deliver good luck
A murder meant, once,
for you
I said I'd do this for my culture
To let y'all know what a nigga look like in a bulletproof Rover
In my mama's sofa was a doo-doo popper
Charlotte Ashville
Is the name of a girl
Who came to my town
And burned all my houses down
Fear not stranger
No people were in danger
For in my town
the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
Trying to slang this ghetto dope
the future, but die in vain
I ask the Lord will he forgive me
Before I leave this world I want to live a better life because I'm hopeless
[Lady TRU]
They
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
Hey, young world
M-murder, fake man
Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never
Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up
The bitches,
Gotham knows me as the real don
I'm a lion in this empire
Your fans see me and go haywire
Your babe tells you I'm her desire
Blvck Gun to the world your my
a goner move my ways far right tonight Spread the good karma flex upon the floor I put it on her splash in Your energy this rock we plot is fire
See it
in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my niggas in the 4-1-5
Look what they made
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca
on before
Right about now - all my thugs around the world
If you love reggae music I want you to do this
Check it out, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air,
ain't get to live his dream
Ain't been the same me since Dump died, been hurtin' by any means
Cousin merked in front my eyes, this can't be life, ain't
down in fair chances, then we goin' square dancin'
From Charlotte back to New York, in Miami like I'm Ant Mason
Black Soprano Family with the leverage
thangs, 'cause once the world was
bringin' me down.
Mesmerized, controlled by the other side,
and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .
Wish:
. .
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