Lyrics:
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
I'm a hood nigga
Where the streets ain't nothing good to ya
Tryna make a way
Live another day
Fucked up by a stray
Pray for better
I'm a hood nigga
me
The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee
You see me?
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
don't treat her right, she'll chase him with an ax
Her CB radio gets red hot, when he rolls by in his train
Whoooo hooo
And that Silver haired mama says
and death man they live side by side
But they want us to kill ourselves
Yea the best way you can destroy a people
You take away their ability to reproduces
her and little brother there
We wash our pain with Belvedere
And use the drugs they brung us here
We get high to get by, hot dogs no rib eyes
Where
necklaces all of yo niggas finna get shot
Pull up right to the spot, get him gone he seen the red dot
Cold summer niggas tryna catch bodies
Metro or no way
castle in a hot tub
We locked in a pine casket, it's botched up
Like plastic surgery, classic perjury
The way they can plead the fifth to the 13th
and red
So you might as well say that Skepta's dead
But I’m torturing Skepta I’ll start
From his head and
Go all the way down to the toes
Rip out his scalp
Young beast from the east
So you know I puts it in
I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangsta girl
About to fly east line national
By the way that I bounce
of bills
Bank account way on the red, fuckin with the highest overhead
Jackin off my money yo ass is out boy and I promise you that
I`m a money hungry
One time I spent a week inside a little country jail
And I don't guess I'll ever live it down
I was sittin' at a red light when these two men came
your arms to the heat
You reach 137 then you’re
Dead, you’re below 50, feel me red
You don’t know that I make no sense
And I don’t make change
I only
your expired by the shots
Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya
War displayed by the real niggaz
[Raekwon]
On his wrist saw
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
Say they on shit, but, it ain't funky like this
Them n***** just in the way, ain't never up in the mix
Precedent, on how I'm the president
Invadin'
and reck
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum
started so get out of my way
These flow bars are liquor I need to elevate
I just wanna drink a 12 pack ipa
Bout to hit the studio right by la
I'm just
and BoA came a long way (Boa)
We be cooking up gotta sauté (Cook it up)
Saint laurent shades pretty costy (Saint Laurent)
Live everyday like Icarly (We live
Black Sheep Five this is Red Dog One come back
This is Black Sheep copy
State your position
Well I'm in zone three but it's lookin pretty
One time I spent a week inside a little country jail
I don't guess I'll ever live it down
I was sittin' at red light when these two men come
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
clear enough for a fly zone
Bury ya energy like a dog done bury the bones
Keep ya headspace clear
Or get racked by fear
Ain't no way to live without
mind
All that hating and they still ain't paid, yet
By the way, I got a 100 bands stuffed in these beige sweats
Got bags full of money, still ain't
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