Lyrics:
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
Shootin' that "that's that shit" in his blood stream
That's the life of a grimy, real live crimey
If niggas know that habit's behind me
Day one, yo,
spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
in the tough,
DJ
Am a child of the king,
And I can do anything.
And am telling everyone, yeah
I know we shall conquer, yeah
And with his love, we
another cat get his money.
Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone.
(Havin money havin money)
Word life. (Havin money)
[La the Darkman]
my life it's the moment I been waiting on
The hood never caused but they all was hard
His kind never represented love at all
Purple hearts in
Holy
You can catch the shekana breezing'
By whoever disses Christ than
Bowed and seize 'em
He's holy, man, the culture needs him
And can't define life
out my nigga, Branson
Shout out DJ Webstar
Shout out Thirstin Howl the 3rd
Meyhem Lauren, all my low life niggas
Shout out my nigga, Dutch
Shout out my
number one
Then groove, to the sound made by the Holy one!
Life! Will never be the same
Since when you say His name
There is no other way but Jesus is
B-Boy for life
Never woulda thought, yo pass the mic
We wrote our names in blood
Coated in Krylon
And so the DJ spins it on and on
Born in 1993
His
my life it's the moment I been waiting on
The hood never caused but they all was hard
His kind never represented love at all
Purple hearts in
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
teaching.
Learn by Holy Intellect cuzz it's a blessing.
Teachers study what is spoken through the speaker.
Weaker preacher there's no need for manifestin'.
app
I know the bouncer don't stash that
I know the dj gone blast that
Walk in the VIP wit my Woo
Dougo just put a whole car on his wrist
They took our
county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad
love of music to entertain his friends by creating custom made mix tapes he sold to friends. His tapes were so well-received he was invited to DJ
through the maze
Smoke filled rooms, breathing in purple haze
Po' nigga's on the bricks his whole life
He ain't got nothing to live for, so fucking
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
might want to talk and take a walk
But I'm avoiding spies
They see me vibing with the blames
And ladies by my side
I see them with a smile like hi
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
on the shoulder, say, Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, Take care, guy!
He got mad, threw back his arm, and slashed my shirt
I laughed
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
(DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
Been through all kind of shit
Bro died from dialysis
Tellin' niggas not to tell on you is witness tamperin'
Out
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