Lyrics:
stay close to me
She could never live with herself
If she had to
Live with the ghost of me
And that's some rhythm and poetry
Look man I touched down in
grandmother
Doesn't it look like she has a brother?
TJ reminds me, not to worry bout what man might say
Talking bout the problem ain't living by faith
Just
down and work it on out. Get back on the dancefloor, show you what you're missing now. Cause I got a lot to give I've got my life to live. I'll do
Smoke Antidope
Da feds right at da door
We gonna get some more
They at da door
We started real young from da trap house
Now we in a full house
Let
kill beef
They say you live by the sword then you'll die by the sword
But I live for the lord then I'll die for the lord
I got the speaker way too loud
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3AM
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
"Mad Man"
by DRI
He's old and cranky and he's got white hair
He yells at us in his underwear
He'll attack you like a crazed bear
But come on in
They found him in a cabin in the woods, Broken
Bordered in by nails and some wood, plank wood
They snuck in through the back door, hinge broke
Saw
Stop blowing up my line
If you want another favor
I be switching up my life
Man I want another flavor
I ain't forgot where I got it
Back when they was
the mist
Got a shotty that ya grippin that's it
('s it) stop at the door, window down
I take a look inside and I see no dro
(No dro)
Live by the gas so we
to make it
Higher than a pilot quiet let's just keep it private
They can see I'm making moves when I ride right by um
Roll a dutch man damn now we really
SonLyte Kare's supposed to take care of
Man, I'll show you where the sun doesn't shine
I've been there and back
I don't know what kind of contracts you've
I want blue racks
Finna make some noise, You can't do that
It's only up now, Cause I won't go back
Been the man, I'm a walking trend
It's a king in
a brother comin` up some pray ya through?
That`s what success`ll do
Cause I`m a hard workin` black man
In my face stab in my back man
Rob and steal they
back door
slangin my yae-o
rollin on them po-poes
dropin that viper
smokin that indo
makin that bank roll
Stupid ass bithes
don't you know
Killa
Screen door slamming
Grandma standing staring back at me
My mind's, running now I'm wondering how
It got so far from where it used to be
It's been
I let you into my diary to admire me
The make up of this man, I let you see the higher me
The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy
I'm drawing
They say wisdom is better
Than silver and gold
But I skipped that verse and I hit the door
Man they couldn't tell me nothing
Thought that I was
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
to the corner slangin loose and clumps
Gotta live ghetto fabulous with rims and bumps
Gotta have the fuckin heater cause my hands are stingin
Coming back in
chuckle
Huntеr S. Thompson mobbin with a green plastic shade
Over my visor watchin thesе cops inside of that purple Datsun
Keep the door locked man they can
Came a long way but I've got more to go
Life has been crazy it's taken a toll
Live day to day yet I can't slow my roll
No piece of the pie, man I
The door started open when my cats got right
This shit the open doors for
My people last night
When I say people - I'm talking
About you in the game man
We
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