Lyrics:
where I be, I don't be in the mix
Just a real nigga, there's nothing to see here
Don't ask where I be, I don't be in the mix
Nigga I've been hungover for
money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga
planet don't play by the rules
These new artist got me really confused
I got the sauce you can't get a drip
She want my heart all she get is dick
Money
second or third
Plus I know predators only go for the weak
And that's long so I gotta stay strong, you get me
But it's a brand new day, new
second or third
Plus I know predators only go for the weak
And that's long so I gotta stay strong, you get me
But it's a brand new day, new
something that he had nothing to do with
They gave my nigga life they try to say he was a nuisance (Free cheese)
Free the guys that got caught up in the mix
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
feeling right if it goes down
'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
And I know it's not my time to go now
'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
So I
"Di-di-di-dah-di-di-di-day"
Then we'll have to look for you and chop you all up
So when you see me in the street just keep your mouth shut
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
It's been twelve days since I had to cry
My eyes are dry, all of these feelings I'm feeling inside
I don't know why, not used to this shit
No, no,
to move more birds
In PA all day, on the corner of Third, nigga what? (Oh no)
You can take me out the hood
But can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
and never let these bitches know ya
And even though I'm gettin' high, a thug nigga gettin' by
Catchin' bitches spittin' lies, I'm gettin' mine
All day, I
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm
It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
It was the third of June another sleepy dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
was brief
For The Love Of The Culture
Better Days Ahead was done for my beliefs
The ninth I consider my third three peat
Far from over no joke
Wait till
to sounding like a fight
I give myself to evolution
One world will make it be all right
Why are you calling this the Third World
I only know that it is my
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
won't ride
We the new mob homie you got no ties
Get buried by the low tide
Yean slime playing both sides
That's why Ya chic bring the biz to us
We pic her
Don't be preoccupied by affaires of monetary
All the time your attitude is importante
This one is not green it is blue
Thanks for playing you got some
Yea see I'm a vet nigga
Yall motherfuckers ain't got no rhyme scheme no flow pattern
Nothing
Yall ain't even talking bout no real shit in yall music
there ain't nothing new I could ever make?
Well, you gotta use all the many things that inspire you
And mix em all together, kinda like a shake
See, I'm
on the third day (He rose)
This that good news
The curse of sin and death was slain (Freedom)
Jesus died for you and me (He did)
This that good news
Jesus
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