Lyrics:
Bitch I don't plan to die soon
Fuck that money on my head
That money on my head
Whoa
Bitch I don't plan to die soon
Fuck that money on my head
That
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Cause they think they'll
Trenches
Wey Obahd ji lines biaa
Zukko
Adim a-ga hard I'm going harder
Always be the head kam bu the father
Money must be made Oburo para
If I no
Anyone destined to die by the sword
Will die by the sword
Anyone with ears to hear
Should listen and understand
D i d y o u f i n d w h a t y o u w e r e l
while I'm gettin' high
I'm watchin' as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
If I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die
They
to be nursed by you
It must be like heaven for a man to be admitted by you
Doctor, sweet, come close to me; use your stethoscope to see
Hear my heart, its
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
rock
Just a couple reasons why they comin
For my head top (for my head top)
Ain't nothin dat I learn
Man, I been fly (been fly)
Yeah, I stay winning
By
Crushed by adversity
But a few rise above it is
Their only positive choice they must confront
These daily fears and overcome them
Or submit to the downward
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
me a seh (weh y'ah seh?)
Told dem we still roll with the guns
You know, shot by the tons (right away)
See me a seh, you know, badness, we build it
Who must I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til
in tears
The man downstairs must have had too many beers
Now every night of my life he beats his wife
[Until the day I die]
Until the day I die
badass, nigga you scary
I been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin' to kill, and you was, ready to die
Why
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
Some guys by the braai playing Dominoes go (Go Donny don go Donny don go)
God my head's fried I've got the red eyes
Little kids running around way after
finesse
When we bust
The rest we leave to Jesus
Cause by his heel
The heads crushed
Ayy
Keepin it moving even if I die today
If I'm livin it's for a reason
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for
the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
Bein' born with less I must confess only adds on to the stress
The good die young shit I must be evil
The good die young shit I must be evil
Yea yea yea yea
The good die young shit I must be evil
No no no no
her best party dress
Swore on that day and now I can confess
That I would get into your head
Gonna fuck up your life, like
John Tucker Must Die
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
Bein' born with less I must confess only adds on to the stress
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
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