Lyrics:
And I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in
And why do we call ourselves niggaz 4 life
Cause if we die we still gone? be some dead niggas.
You don't really think you're gonna get away, do
by the pierside,
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic!
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters,
N' the Captain's gettin' done
1. The Beginning
[Instrumental]
2. Better Than This
I've shed these tears a hundred times.
The bottles are broken, my well runs dry.
All these
Up all night can't get no sleep
Fell a hundred time but I got right back on my feet
No handouts got to do it by yourself
Can't lose concentration
room
My younger cousin used to break my
Toys and be mean to me
My older cousin used to show me
Cool shit and teach me things
Taught me to stay away from
away, do you?"
"We haven't spotted them yet."
"But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."
[MC Ren]
A 100 Miles and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I hold
And why do we call ourselves niggaz 4 life
Cause if we die we still gone? be some dead niggas.
You don't really think you're gonna get away, do
my fuckin' blessings
Roll my pain away
Until they roll me on the stretcher
I'm a big boss Get the money like I'm Rick Ross
If they talkin' shit about
"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven't spotted them yet."
"But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."
A 100
bag)
I was taught to do it, and irrational ('rational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
I'm tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (fuck
that gas and pour up a 4
I use all cash when I'm in the store
They say who's that
But I don't even know
I just be by my bag
And I only want more
I'm
y'all switching every weekend check the score
Till we up a hundred on the ops we ain't gone rest for bro
I'm aback don't care you fam or not just had
the sand. My hand burns from clenching the rosary, free yourself, slave, from the state secret. The demons do not carry me away, they break. Holy Father: I
type of way, let the days go by
It's the way you lie
I just can't confide in you
But I cannot stay away from you
It's toxic but I want it that smile, I
Covered like a canopy
(Covered like a canopy)
From my head to my feet
(From my head to my feet)
Talking that B.L.O.O.D
Now you know
I'm covered
Now
taken back
They taken back, by my skills
Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred
now I'm chilling
With my feet up, these are vacation days
Doesn't really matter tho I'm out here
Pop a wheelie flow, put in so much hard work
At 24, I
and unfortunately fell,
Screaming, two hundred feet into the rubble below!
(that was only one hundred feet, you carnaby cutie,
Let's hear another set!)
the pier on this very sad day
I was ready now to pass away
I looked at my feet
They were stuck in a tub with solid concrete
The moment was now I jumped into
bout that action im 100 I'm straight through the gate
Rain rain go away unless it's pussy it can stay
I been hella drenched got her squirting screaming
and drove away
To THE CAN
Where Neil Young slipped another disc
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
(And that was
divide you By any dividend
Silly is silly does feel me
I'm not big dot I be chillin' feel Me
Period and I get it in
A hundred rounds that's a lotta
the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around
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