Lyrics:
brother
One thing that will never change is my thirst and my hunger
Music is the thing for me how could I ever choose another
Everyday we talk about
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
irritating bunch of noise
If you dont give a damn go on throw it out
If you dont give a damn go on throw it out
The window, up against the wall
Laugh when
need someone to go to
Someone that holds you
Someone to be by yo side
Baby if ever you need someone to talk to
Someone to hold you
Someone to be down
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
though, I'm lost without myself
I don't know what you've been through, but I promise we can talk about it, listen too
I've been through more shit than I'd
wouldn't have the dream
Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing
If could rap like me, they say you're so great
But when they talk about you, they
Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust
Ear some thing real, what the games been missing
Before I could talk, I was christen
Not my decision, How I was risen
What I was given, Guided my
Ear some thing real, what the games been missing
Before I could talk, I was christen
Not my decision, How I was risen
What I was given, Guided my
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
What, what?
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo you over there Styles? Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin' on us) second album nigga two guns up nigga
criminal I talk
With the street slang
People talk but ain't a crew
That we can't show up it's so tough
The music hit's you harder than a hold-up
I'll take
because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns
You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas
Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?
Nigga, talk
If these walls could talk
cway from the light
In shadows I roam
Far from the world
That is your home
Locked in a tower
With walls of shame
Hiding m
be hard to move me
Swizz tha Monster
He could star in a horror movie
I usually, I click fast
And bang ya bitch ass
N ain't nothing change
I got cane
be hard to move me
Swizz tha Monster
He could star in a horror movie
I usually, I click fast
And bang ya bitch ass
N ain't nothing change
I got cane
With my plaques on the wall, you'll love where I stay
I could drop a CD mama, and you on the cover
Dedicated to you, daddy, and my brother
I'm gettin'
the past
I was cold like I was Cap
Now I'm ready to thaw out and talk 'bout facts
Slowing down the tracks
Used to be every other month
I could drop 'em in
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
Just remember me right
When your back was against the wall remember where could you
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
Just remember me right
When your back was against the wall remember where could you
And I go by SY (Urban Squad gang gang)
X
I Lost my cuzzin 2muchh a year later after Tok
I'm f*cked up
Cant remember the last time we spoke
Waiting
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