Lyrics:
faces wit steel in blink of an eye
You plot, you live wit the stars
Two three you niggas shoot right though ya cars
Yo fault you played it too far
(What up? What up?)
De La soul (get live)
Likwit MC's, X to the Z, Xzibit, right
Huh, yo, we ain't playing
New millennium
Yo, who hold guns
it how you live, and that's the cold truth
Birds of a feather flock
Together me and my dawgs flew
Shit cost me more than it cost you
Collect my
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black
new with your life now,
You using that influence keep improving your lifestyle?
A penny for the thoughts you throwing away,
If it’s a big trash can,
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
of the game
Never stop
I resigned to shoot a shot I got with the king of RnB lives down the block, (Hunnid)
If anything
You the man and it be hard to understand
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
They Know It's Nazo I Ball On Some Hornet Shit Bending blocks all thru New York & Shit
Load up The Chevy den jump In a benzo
You know i be parallel
like a... like a nobody
People find a way to hate ,무슨 일이 있어도
미워해 미워해, why you gotta be cold
사람들이 뭐라카도, 사실 진실은
Emotions hanging by a thread, 되게 얇은끈
It
down
And shxt, you could really use a couple shots of crown
So as you pass it round to your peers, whatever the trouble is
You can leave it all right
miss)
This girl was kind of liking my ways
I could tell it by the smile on her face
Pardon me miss fruit-shake, with your cute face
Just bring a few mates
Islands
This half a brick I'ma serve with kindness
Where dope is color, cut, clarity
And the same when you purchase diamonds
This flow right here I was
you ain't chill enough to
Kick it with the bum white kid
Kid
I can make
Any drum go
Dummy violent
Shit
Get the fuck up out my business
Y'all w ya
more than fantasy
Take my hand, follow me
Oh, you've got a brand new friend for your life
You can win if you want
If you want it you will win
Oh,
is untold
Sweet or sour ladies if you got babies
If you wanted to hit a nigga off in the eighties
Jump in the Mercedes girl it's all true
THE WAY I
on the streets hustlin' tryin' gettin' what's mine
Am I wrong am I right got can only determine
I can only live my life and life is for learnin' check it
'til somebody be missin'
I don't know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that's why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want
nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets here it for New York,
I just ask for simple stuff,
Give it to me that's enough,
Let me bask in worldly traits,
You can close those pearly gates,
Santa please be my
and he
Be slumped off this Molly
I be smoking exotic
And selling da mid
Until I come up and got it
I'll be pulling these tricks
My brudda need a new
got one more chance to do right
And it's tonight, now go out and show 'em that you love 'em before it's too late"
And just as I go to walk out of my
was famous
My naked wrist look like it got
Hit by a couple of paintas
Im gettin money but the fact
That im gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin
day
I opened, I read it, and this is what it say
It's time for you to get yo' stack right
The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next
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