Lyrics:
know the best Just Juice like Hi-C
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil Lebowski, just some dudes who abide high
Juice
Some things that happen to me
Im tryna L I V E
The happiest life, happiest it can be
Ion need nobody
I can do it by myself
Only chasing the wealth
If it
dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the fuck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume
may
(I got ta) Live my life by the day
(I got ta) Help out a friend that's in trouble
(I got ta) Tell 'em we all have to struggle
(I got ta) Go
Yeah!
Every now and then, you've got life...
You've got life locked up in a chair...
Gotta grab life...
By its muthafxckin neck...
Look that
(Yeah)
Hello hi 05, clips loaded slow drive
Paid a visit all these niggas came and left with no life
No pulse no girls to the room, toes curl
PVT, no
nigga imma take it by the grain
Other niggas ain't able so I call these niggas cane
In the booth these niggas Venom but in real life they just Bane
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
He was the heavyweight king at the age of 21
From the streets of New York where they're all called mean
He never had no mom, never had no dad
His
but Dre couldn't give a fuck.
Security kicked 'em out, speakers blastin' DJ Unk
I seen Jerome runnin' over towards his trunk.
China came an' stopped
I set if off
By lettin' you know that I can flow to many beats
Similar to fluid, so freely
And you can say I'm gettin' kind of greedy, but so
I set if off
By lettin' you know that I can flow to many beats
Similar to fluid, so freely
And you can say I'm gettin' kind of greedy, but so
Yea, yea
Mhm, Mhm, Mhm
They want they old flow back fool
(Huncho you did it again)
My opps call me ceiling fan by the way that I spin
Killed off
we silently cried
But we never say die
Just that the heavens opened up wide
And the angels closed his eyes
The angels closed his eyes
A Lubbock DJ
and you've been my best friend
nobody understand, but they can't look inside of me,
o yeah..
[fade out]
Submitted by - DJ PsyK
to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low lifes, they want
need clarity
If not, then a chariot to carry me
Pulled by forces polar to gravity
They have not got what I have in me
More grit than a snow truck
them.
The next tale tells of a witch who lives in an enchanting
house of pastry. In the end, the stories last as long as
the spark’s life – and the second
as
the spark's life – and the second one has finished abruptly,
saddening the boy greatly. So, to cheer him up, his mother
tells a third, longer story about
weed, but blow ether, spit ashes
cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion
For when I
signs of life after being jooxed with the kitchen knife
I kill cinically so niggers are dead clinically
by jerkin' off I got strong deadly tentacles
and drive him down like he a carrier
Throwing on the mic like he throwing away his life
If these my last words I'll be speaking day and night
I ain't got time
of your life
Oh yeah the mood is right
You look more beautiful than poetry can describe
By the way, do you mind if Ninja Brian
Joins us he's promised not
on some street shit
'Cause soon as you stop, niggas gonna try to sneak this
But fuck that, that's why I keep the heat tucked by the seat, bitch
To my
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