Lyrics:
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
It's so many ways to die. Oh no! It's so many ways to fly.
Steady as we roll. It's so many ways to ride.
Cause life can't pass us by no more.
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
ain't no other way
By the way I got the game under lock
By the way I got racks off the lot
Gunnin for my food come get it while it hot
Got my fingers
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
Live and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?
pain
And I'm prayin that one day you feel all of his love
That's all I know, straight live by that
And I'm 'bout that life, I die by that
Believe
(I have no legs)
(I have no leg)
(I have no leg)
Come by the party, get zooted, B?
Uh
Look
Good evening
Yeah, uh
When I party in New
beneath my wings
When the miracle spittin' there shall be no witnesses to the pain
And my ignorance, I charge to the game
So many love and slain by
Yes Jesus lives for me
And died on Calvary
Now I'm no longer bound by sinful shame
He saved my soul from thee
Hands of the enemy
I call his name
your face
Stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in
This land we be gunnin'
And keep them
And our daughters in cages
They are taking by the thousands
Our lives from under us
It's a crash course in religious fundamentals
Now let's all go
the drug squad coming
Keep gunnin..
Ay
Yo my brethren locked up in the hill guzman
Three meals a day and not no damn luncheon
By five o'clock he seeing
NTO THE FRAY Rose Carleo / Mick Adkins
I’m comin’ for you / I’ve seen how you live and behave / I’m gunnin’ for you / How can you be so depraved /
“Came Up”
by Bakes
Came up from the bottom, and I made it to a problem
Now you see they’re rockin’, how they’ve got their heads noddin’
Everywhere I
know but you don't know do ya!
Live your life by the rumours, confusion that's the sort of shit that a fool does
I'm so sick I could make a sneeze cough
yesterday
I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a n**** live to die in da
Whoa, whoa (ah)
Whoa, whoa (you could say that shit again but do you live by it? Yeah)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa (ah, Based1 got them bands, ho)
I live on my knees lord
Deliver me from point A to B like livery
Nothin' is free, you got to be a hero to save
They got you working like a slave
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
boy! Lookit go
Holla holla, Kidd Kidd SQADer rider
Got my momma closet stocked with Prada
Top ta bottom steady piling
Live good, fuck ya problems
Prolly
yesterday, uhh
[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
to last
'Cause our separation lit a fire under my ass
And now I'm gunnin' for the throne, yeah, that is my task
Just a youngin' with a dream, that
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