Lyrics:
out freaky tah
we got that legal drug money our music never die
we got em in the kitchen because we on our grind
them haters pay attention because we
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Uh its lost boyz shout out freaky tah
we got that legal drug money our music never die
we got em in the kitchen because we on our grind
them haters
tender
Deteriorating my loins with liquor
Looking for joy
I put my soul on a platter, enjoy
I do this for the regular people
Who out the in crowd
Make it
war so let's get it on
Plus we maintain, put one in your brain
We keep shit real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man
[Kaine,
acclaim
Another change, its just growing pains
It's all fair in love and war but I prefer the pain
For every mile paved, stayed above the terrain
Cuz we
on a beat then it's weaponry
Add the the little monster we on another pedigree
Put em all together you don't wanna be an enemy
Your end is in sight say good
back in private,
I put my soul in my music pray the labels don't find it,
These niggas testing me and me I never missed the assignment,
And if I fall
Have some destination
That it ought to arrive at
But it is best understood by analogy with music
Because music as an art form
Is essentially playful
You
to way thin
Put myself in a pin, temped by sin
Pouring this out is like a confession
Letting my heart air out every session
Devil keeps calling, I just
I guess you figure
you made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch
Find some good music with a symphony
In ten years from now you won’t remember shit
Shit, I don’t know
But just looking at your face
Just gets me
The Night Patty Murphy Died
(Traditional, crranged by clan Doyle and Tim Hicks)
© Skinner's Hill Music Ltd (SOCcN), administered by Kobalt Music
me
Music helped me so much, I do this because I want to help you
If I wasn't so fucked up mentally, maybe I could make better music
I started having
fine
Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
You can see that Scott La Rock and I are mentally binded
In other words we're both
fine
Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
You can see that Scott La Rock and I are mentally binded
In other words we're both
Baby, clean up your act
Shit messy when you in need of a bag
You know it's rough out here
We just trying to survive
Rubbing nickels and dimes together for
rhymes this ain't Dr. Seuss
Everybody like the hustle simple
Never wana work
But'll put in work to get up under skirts
Thought this nigga was a friend
He
the bitch livid
Yeah
Business loans and
Historic homes
You know what time
We fucking on
Been tipsy
Off whiskey from Hong Kong
Before Hova put it in the song
stop creating songs if i tried
He could tell i wasnt lying by the look in my eyes
With the topic at hand music will always be life
So easy
listening?
Hey you're my favorite girl
Excuse me for a moment
I'm in another world
On a mountain by a fountain
Flowers blooming everywhere
With venus and with
the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins
It's nothin', I'm from New York but
just sick of 9-5’s
Wanna live my life in music, life right now just got me stupid
You might find some tracks you like, but right now I’m the one who's
righteousness
Know what I'm sayin'
A wise man told me evil was lurkin' and if you found it
Try your best to not put yourself around it
'Cuz when you in it
our move now before the sun is awake
It's time to put up or shut up and to pick up the pace
And I don't want to let another minute get by
Love is
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