Lyrics:
no more, y'all on your con shit
The fuck is your conscience? Testing me is nonsense
The whole city is mine, I'm the best up in my conference
Ain't
make it (Woo!)
Then I woke up on a empty stomach how to win is all I'm craving (Yeah)
No school so I stand by every single choice a nigga makin'
We got the refugees all-stars rubba dubbin' in the club
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Prizewell
Nah mean the streets are gettin' a little crazy
Looka
confess where you keeping all the money, mister
At the work she see a hearse
But at the best he just will pistol whip ya
Get to see you child and live
comes with my love is dedication
I try to be the best I can be
Hopes and dreams won’t get left by me
Children won’t feel neglect by me
And my fans won’t
change ourselves!
That's what John Coltrane believed
It is to this that we are calling all souls
Calling all souls!
God believes
When God speaks
He don't always
Speak in any truths
A true son
That believes in God
May live within a lie
Until he looks down
Upon all
And you know it's never heated
I don't understand why these hoes feel conceited
Don't want to get by
Just want to get high
And live a bit if that's alright
all by myself
I just took a DNA test, turns out I am not the best
Pretty little pessimist put feelings in my instruments
Can never suck on peppermints,
Tonight's the best night of our lives
Can you feel it? I can feel it
We got it all, if we're alive
If we're breathing, we're still breathing
You
we learned more than we earned
When we got paid by Cash
Then came the time when our career
Demanded that we go
And through some tears we all
we learned more than we earned
When we got paid by Cash
Then came the time when our career
Demanded that we go
And through some tears we all
I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte
Used to do this all day burnin in the project hallway
Discussin strategies in the court case
I rock
Well, I've been dreaming all day about rafts made of junk
Sailing around
With friends by my side
I could read their lives on their skin
One, two, three!
All who live in love live
All who live in love live
All who live in love live in God
All who live in love live
All who live in love
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
the beautiful game's best starting 11,
You live in Robbie Lyons,
And all the love and light that shines,
You live in Wes, Ross, Gilly, Rob, and Sam,
In the voice
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
world and you get to live with him for free
One two three four
God declares that spirit war
But here's a question for you all
Who's side are you fighting
the king of the stix
And I live up under a bridge before I go sell my soul
You know I'm goin' for gold, the best story that's ever told
John Lennon,
the answer
And as a prince it rarely ever is
But sometimes kings must go to war
All's fair, who cares what it's for
There once was a man named John Able
He
I'd rather face the knife (ouch)
And I want all the smoke, this is not haze
This that homegrown Methadone, John Blaze (huh)
I hate when you niggas
and lives, rearranging
Sometimes you don't hear the bullet
That's meant to find you
All through that winter, they battled the cold, John and his brothers in
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