Lyrics:
daybreak, if you wanna believe
It can be daybreak, ain't no time to grieve
Said it's daybreak if you'll only believe
And let it shine, shine, shine
All around
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
OT
You know me, baby girl, show me the money
Doin 90 down 95 South
If we don't move it out, then the town'll have a drought
Pushin, pedal to the metal
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on..."
"We need real niggaz to bring it back... So this is what it comes down to huh?"
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
frightening
Where I came from please
Don't try me
Sorry that's instinct
On the hikey
If I'm trying
It'll be like lightning
When it's striking
And I know I'm
me
Don't beat around the bush if you want my body
If you want it girl, I got it
Come and get with me
Girl I'll turn your body inside out
And bring
Why scream aloud if you ain't Hearing me
Or paint the picture out so vividly
These other rappers look like Food to me
Mic Check when it's time ta eat
directed by John Singleton
We been the best since the best was a fuckin' concept
Will Smith was Aladdin and the last man alive
So fuck it, nigga, the last
off head, but I brought it out just for you to see
Not everyone has heard the gospel, so I'm sharing and sharing
Cuz faith comes by hearing,
do it
Turn around girl, let me see you do it
Turn around girl, let me see you do it
Turn around girl, let me see you do it
If you bad, turn around
be
Heaven will be such a sight to see
Who's tryna come and just vibe with me
Cuz I'm a spit it then I get it
Then I ride the beat
Come through come
going shoppin this is young money
So the money ain't a problem
Got my daughter with me
If she want it them I'm going to cop it
All my kids, pearl and ryan
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
the troubles from your weary eyes
One day, one space, one at a time
Take a sip, come and trip, open up your mind
Feel all this love spreading around
It's
my presence been felt
Couple of dollars, couple of models, couple of bitch niggas under my belt
Thorough nigga, I'm a hold you to it, if we hand
Ever since I was a pup I've been stuck with the street- (come on)
Keep the heat (uh, uh, uh), gotta eat-
I pass on a weak-, if it's out there I want it
Ever since I was a pup I've been stuck with the street- (come on)
Keep the heat (uh, uh, uh), gotta eat-
I pass on a weak-, if it's out there I want it
Come-come, come-come, come-come on-come on (da-da-da-da-da-dance)
Music can be such a revelation
Dancing around, you feel the sweet sensation
We might be
they come for you?
When they come for you?
This is gonna come back around
I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal
There's rules
you?
When they come for you?
This is gonna come back around
I've been in this game for years
It made me a animal
There's rules to this shit
I wrote me
Camping by the fire heat up the can of Rigatoni
Aw jeeze nevermind guys it's right below me
Didn't see it there I must be impaired
My mind is racing faster
MURDA
Written by: Tamillia Chance, Alain Gervias, Ryan Cyrano Irons
Murda
Ya silly tryna put me up for murda
You wanna find out push a little
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