Lyrics:
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
He'll make you mow the grass and do it for free
When you think you're done he'll say rake the leaves
He'll say it builds character but it's 90
one more chance to
Live the life that you want, you want to live
And all I want is to be a good boy
You know, those big stars
They don't know who you
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
I'm all about the cash, down to get the ass
5-6 the spot homie smoking grass
Pass me the drink watch a nigga get towed down
Tech gave the low down
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
I'm way too quick for that sand
Got no class, she gon' dance
Highway to hell girl you gon' crash
Count fast when you move like that
I get high you
I'm way too quick for that sand
Got no class, she gon' dance
Highway to hell girl you gon' crash
Count fast when you move like that
I get high you
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
your mind.
By the wayside we fell.
He said, "It's my way or the highway to hell."
It's your decision, choose it well.
He said, "It's my way
as a youngster wondering if he see's us)
(Young black males, Crack sales got me three strikes)
Living in jail!
(this is hell enemies die, wonder when we all pass,
gonna make it a good show, you dig that
This goin' make a hell of a movie huh!
[Chorus]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it
Can't you see that I am me
I'll be waiting by the window
I'll be heading for the door
I was driving down highway eighty-five, yeah
Had to pull off
of my t.v. screen.
24-7, You wait for me.
Entertaining angels
By the time I fall to my knees.
Host of heaven, sing over me.
Entertaining angels
We flying ay
We flying ay
Flying down the highway
New Bugatti ay
New Bugatti ay
New Bugatti ay
You can't stop us when we high on top the game
On top
he touched down
Said he ready to put on the highway
My first fifty pounds
Look
Right now I weight one forty eight
I'm underweight
I'm five nine and I'm
on my knees
said I would die if you leave and you left
You left
Why the hell we gotta do this, don’t know,
Why the hell we goin through this, solo,
-I
don't think they ready for this here
(The Aphilliates, nigga! Pay attention) oh!
I'm live from block one-five-one
Where my young niggas on the
Rise
were victims of age
But I guess I like it really its these moments that I live for
The right side of my brain wakes up as soon as I lock my door
The left
are about to be displace from their homes within the next 5 to 10 years, no thanks to the kidex highway
The residents are going to be force to sell
Ah
Could've been an animal
Could've been any number of combos of atoms though
Really
But we're here
Peace to anybody who ain't ruled by fear
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