Lyrics:
[ Murs ]
There's a party goin on, in my mind, that is
But really it's my crew and these three white kids
One brother, one sister, some other mister
I
chuck
And I'm fresh off tour with a bitch by the shore
All the liquor get em poured up
You smell the weed in my pours
And I'm fucking all the whores in
at a hundred and three
Her singing it was rapture, it was ecstasy.
Oh yeah
Madam Lisa of the stars
Messenger of hope
She was the messenger
At least for three years
You should look at it as a test
After seven years it could be close to a mess
Love means commitment, when we ain't got time
he gettin' plenty hos
Ridin' fled, by my grip
GMM, that's my clique
Fresh fit, new kicks
I'm the shit, might see me wit
Yo bitch, on the strip
Super
cause oh
Everytime I call you be there for me
Baby girl I love you by my side
So anything you need, that means you got me
So just my ghetto queen gon'
And you don't get three.
I've taken all this time to
Show to you my lines,
To read you my rhymes,
You'll never memorize,
Please don't forget me.
Now
Said that I'd meet you
At the Oakfield Marina
Three a.m. when no one will be found
All I got in mind
Is a Boone's Farm jug of wine
Smash
express the hood, and what I see on the daily
My scenery daily
Task force...B & E's daily
A task y'all...being me daily
They want to put, three in me
mind
I'm tusling with 3 or 4 chicks at a time
Fore fists about to blind
Rubber grips by the spine
I'm lazy as hell
But the chicks love the ground
Now the night before Christmas, I was sitting in my house
And there wasn't nothing moving around, not even a mouse.
The socks were hung by
of OG. Yeah, I go berserk. That's three fifty, twelve hundred, or fifty. For what it's worth. Yo, for what it's worth you want a quarter ounce. Ninety nine
the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got
dreams
Got China comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
[Repeat x3]
We will not
We will not
We will not
Be afraid
We will not
We will not
We will not
We are fearless
Fearless
We bear
Deep in the mountain of Harlan County
Employed by the Cumberland coal company
The pay is short, the days are long
But our labor union laws are coming
Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew
Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day 'cause havin cream was
Take me downtown
It's where the people rock
Three hundred sixty-five ?
'Cause we never stop
Take me downtown
'Cause people's runnin' wild
See
of the contraband for my private stash.
Survived a crash, stab wounds and gunfire,
Some liar with one prior.
King of rock, there's none higher.
One, two, three
didn't want no fast life, poppin' bottles err night
So I get the movin' just like a g should
Three years later and your boy still livin' good
I cant
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
(Aye, Aye)
You don't want no problems - just gimme what I came fo' (G-Uniit!!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Posted up, on dis corna like whateva
My
chest, show the world where I'm at
Lift you higher than a three hundred dollar weed pack
And a G4 smuggled in my jacket in the back
Yeah, some question
toes
But she's way too busy doing dirty laundry and washing my clothes
This bastard ass took us back to the dark ages
My heart races. He's got 1 out of 3
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