Lyrics:
catch me steaming greens just like a broccoli
Honestly
I live by honesty is the best policy
While y'all retreat I'm standing front and center make em All
the wound that they'll exit from
I don't compose rows or sonnets I just write like my life depends on it
Front like I'm agnostic, but I don't believe in you
around
Who said life is priceless
So far your life cost me a-
Yo, it's the return of the man
I'm still alive just like 2pac
Girls in the front row girls in
niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should
knives
Making spears
Out of lights
Out of fences
Choosing sides
cnd loosing lives
There no forgiveness
Henny 3 Times
Welcome to the death row
No
knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row
This some gangster
And you're sitting in the front row,
Wanna be first in line,
Waiting by my window,
Giving me all your time,
You could be my hero,
If only I could let go,
But
I'm never ready for the next day
Not because I don't want to be
But because out of the hundreds of opportunities in front of me
I suck at choosing
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
and that's no mean feat
But to defeat the rap beast you'll need me
So watch the second coming from a front row seat
Cos Jesus came straight outta the middle
that nigga in the movies
You don't know this nigga in 3-D
Real live right up against you in front of yo' face
Shit, nigga you fuckin with a changed man
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
(Sycamore)
Hey- Hey, man, check this out, mane
It's Big Snoop coming at you live and direct
And
Imma speak on some real issues right now
Mane 'Cuz
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
of Babylon
Feel my body heal when I make you laugh
Tell me what you want (what you say?)
What you want
I be sitting front row
Watching all your dances
cribs (one time)
Two times if you know what it's like to fuckin' live (two times)
Three times in a row you've been late on the rent (three)
Four times
nothing brah
They don’t get it
I don’t give a damn 'bout your bitch or that Magnum
I can do that shit
By pistol whippin' bitch
But I rather have you crushed
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
thick, dat *** Daz is major
I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor
See a fighter to the fullest, if
everyone of my ride or dies, Albert, Andreas, Taina
Jenna, Jay, and everybody who was by my side
I'll be Sitting front row with my sis on Broadway
After
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