Lyrics:
these streets ain't nuttin but hard times
Tell C.B. I say wassup
Tell everybody I say what's happening
Tell E-Pimp I said shoot me some
Tell them boys
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
Move with the air with the sounds that you like to hear,
Modern Talking back for 1998!
We're doin' it live on your 98.7 station.
Pump up the sound,
Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me
As I slow the beat down, see the diamond face crown
Wrecking whole H-town, coming through and we
Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me
As I slow the beat down, see the diamond face crown
Wrecking whole H-town, coming through and we
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste
Life's like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
song by Kevin Gates
Once they hear my name get a tiny little taste
I'll be headed to the top now there's nothing to replace
Floating through the room
to drown in the juice
Filling up my cups with the crown and the goose
Constantly angry I would just frown and abuse
Mad at the world a king whose crown had
to drown in the juice
Filling up my cups with the crown and the goose
Constantly angry I would just frown and abuse
Mad at the world a king whose crown had
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
take long
Fuck a whole album I just rapped one
In one take on a song
Impeccable, you niggas are copies identicals
If you suck dick just to get
Signed no
hear them whispering in the crowns of the trees
You're whirling 'round but your eyes don't agree
Will of the wisps misguiding your path
You can't throw
Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste
Life's like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Could power your whole city
I need nothing but me
Nothing but me
Nothing but a S-H-A-N-E
S-H-A-N-E
I know it might make ya strain
When you see me sipping
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
my spouse
So they too wouldn't be weighed down
By stone hearts, by evil's showdown
I trade away all of my traps and my pride,
I need you to hear, I
my grin
I'm standing in the light
But I'm dim
Oh I win
I win
Mm
Yeah I win
Hm
Yeah
Maybe I just need to hear it
To speed up the healing
I spent a whole
of things
Intimate themes made for interesting sixteens
And I was fifteen when I heard Rhyme Goes On
By Eric B and Rakim, my mind grew numb
I was in awe
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
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