Lyrics:
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusin' niggas, confusin' niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search
Hop back on the scene
Hold up, let me talk my shit
'Cause man, I got to let y'all know
Exactly who you fuckin' with
Kept the real shit for my album
life breathe trees all on the fuckin' streets
Walk right by the strife
Always got a fuckin' knife
If you take my life live twice
My mind flows like rolls
100 grand, go make that charge live
You hear me? Yeah man
(ey)
They don't make music like this no more
So we had to bring it
Back for the Mount
Huh, especially by women
I live with depression
I fight everyday to be better
My identity always switching
Am I a rapper
Or a poet
I can’t tell
now it wasn't hard
So I looked her in the eye, shook my head to signal yes
Her grin, it grew up so much bigger than I'd ever guess
Words were spoken by
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
So, you're a philosopher? Yes
I think very deeply
In about four seconds, a
Teacher will begin to speak, huh
Let us begin what, where
Why or when
clearly immune
We lead
Charmed lives
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "V-Deep"
What's poppin let's go fam
Yeah, we're live with chel boy
And it's the Bizzle this is my brand new single Bizzle Bizzle
Of the album Back To Bizznizz
here...
(this bridge was written by the band "Yes", from their album Relayer, here interpreted by Mother Earth)
See you soon, very soon!
To life & drive!
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
a blindside
Once upon a drive-by came from the westside
Yes, all you can do is wet your lips
Hopin you don't get hit by the next lyric clip
I turn down the bass
it up, Bring it down
Live it up, I can't get enough
Bring it down, Bring it up
Live it up, cause my time ain't done
No it ain't done!
8 Lives up!
Yes
sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
After
die
Hit the blunt, I breathe until I'm high
I've been moving solo, on my own
Lot a niggas capping yes I know
Sooner later colors gotta show
Sooner
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
I ain't dropping stacks, I'm dropping knowledge
Unless it's for my nieces and nephews to go to college
And hit me on the phone, hit me up
Like
Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live
Hard to live, yes, it's hard to live
And it will be a long time before shit starts to give
And every
Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, yes, it's hard to live
And it will be a long time before shit starts to give,
Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live
Hard to live, yes, it's hard to live
And it will be a long time before shit starts to give
And every
tryn' come on up
Got caught sleepin' and got cut the hell up
Just tryn' to make some money hit my ride
Cheddar for my baby then live right
Got me a room
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