Lyrics:
only been choked, seven zones
I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell
Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds
It's something by (?)
rights
The Ash-ites will add you
To the un-American list
Along with Allen and Milton and Dwight
Social Security's a Bolshevik plot
Cooked up by some
And other things that I expect
I take them all and I have no regrets
Life's too short, there's no rain check
Just one shot at it is all you get
I wanna live
to God she don't wipe her hands with me
I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell
(Fu-fu-fu)
(Funkula)
I no be one of those men wey dey fear toto fuck nyash
Check am, na kpa goro kpa
Me I know say everybody got to die on day,
what's pouring
'Cause this hurt I can no longer hide
Baby, it's the last time
It's the last time I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Check it with a flashlight
Yeah
One, two, check
Check, one, two
I know what it's like to lose, do you? Do you?
Have you ever loved someone, then lost that one?
You can't
Been infused by Craig Hodges and Abdul-Rauf
Examples like Olympic, Black Power salutes
To Panther troops, I saw as I pursued my truth
If racism is
me mix tape arsonist
Marvelous, in the hood, everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
After seeing her so sad
I need to check my heart
I need to watch my mouth
Have a little more faith
A little less doubt, it ain't that hard to figure out
And they better not be rocking no new Iversons
Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow
If I'm out of town or not, by my car he would
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
As the ocean lands at our feet (ooh)
I'm in your arms
And all of your charms are for me
(Not for me)
Check it
[T-Boz]
I need a crunk tight nigga
Makes
pub than the papers
More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid
Check it I didn't grow up up po po
But once you get grown and out on your own
right
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest in
He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out
Who am I, nigga wid
yo' ass just stay the fuck home
Check it out, uh, me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees
Stop playin, you fuckin' with me, I push my
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for
hopping, feeling right
Booties shaking, all around
Pump that jam, while I'm gettin' down
Check the mirror, looking fly
Round up the posse, jump in my
You live in the city
You stay by yourself
You evade all wickedness
Still some people they brand you yeah
Just because you are rasta
You move
The competition checks and checks
And keeps checkin'
They get the album
Take it home
And start sweatin'
Why? well it's simple
To them it's kind of vital
stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing, I'm gonna pay by check
Last week - I saw a film
As I recall it was a horror film
Walked
"Oh my God" (that's dangerous)
It's too hot on the floor man
It's too hot on the floor
[Verse One: Wyclef Jean]
Check it out
I saw the ski-mask I
We in the studio
I said, we in the studio
Is this mic on? Check-check
I'm thankful for my position I was given in life
'Cause I know some
as well
Niggas rebellious, bodies are found down in the cellars
My man caught a shot to the stomach, now who want it?
Confronted by these dusty blunted -
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