Lyrics:
a little something for the clean escape
And the rainy day after
Don't forget a nigga live where the heat wave at ya
And ya safe ain't safe
And heat don't
an artist should be
Should they be someone with prosperity
And no concept of reality?
Now, who you know without any flaws?
That lives above
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my crib
Marble floors, designer shoes
This just the way I live
My next door neighbor he a plug
So he
cum
Like Plankton lives in a chum bucket like a bum
Cuz I could be "Better Than Ever"
It could be better than my first album on the song "Better Than
time
Not gonna lie must folks never stay for the ride
Why live a lie work hard game times over in five
No need for nines trust god when in need of a sign
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
you too but please dont force us
Mama told me one day imma live it like I am royalty
Looked up and said "bet that by the time you out your fourties"
a warning
The foreigners opened fire
We scored a direct hit
That changed the coded orbit oh oh
Oho no
We drifted on and on and on
Lightyears away from home
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
Nirvana started as a live band
(Don't all bands?) we played around
For two years before the
Release of Bleach in June, 1989 at the time
Live shows
world
It's too bad we can't live off hindsight
Cause I would be the smartest nigga living
It's amazing when that moment hits and you can feel your
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
used to live in Dallas but he's not Dirk (Texas)
Strip club in the traphouse had a uncle used to make the pot twerk (twerk)
The biggest niggas always
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
n****s scared (scared)
I wanna thank god for blessin' me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
B**** but I know you scared
to me"
He puts his hands on my head and said "I live through you
Make hits continuous, this is what we do
I know it might be strenuous and times is hard
to me"
He puts his hands on my head and said "I live through you
Make hits continuous, this is what we do
I know it might be strenuous and times is hard
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