Lyrics:
the world they just don't understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My people are you with me where
(alright)
678, 404, bed made
I'm from where the rent kinda low
When you sleep on the floor
And the stick in the crib and the pit by the door
Long johns
But at least none of my younger brothers
Will have to pull the trigger for their
Freedom
Like the world made me kill my own kin damn
I don't know where
Other "goodies" The guys on my tier made me
Feel like I was a part of a
Family like a brotherhood i was
The new brother and
They showed me love just like
to be my day one, homie; now your days are numbered
I was tryin to see the sun through the rain and thunder
I never believed a word from your baby mother
Keepin' it real, world wide, baby
Limp Bizkit's in the house, so bring it on
I'd like to dedicate this song to you
For makin' my dreams come true,
Keepin' it real, world wide, baby
Limp Bizkit's in the house, so bring it on
I'd like to dedicate this song to you
For makin' my dreams come true,
bringin' to the 'Hotel'?
And where the fuck was you
When they got there?
Then on Vlad you said you gave guns to R
Kelly and compared it to a cheese steak
Why
to quit before I'm in too deep
But I'm right where she wants me to be
She don't even wanna know my name
These new LA girls are all the same
Paakaveli
cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?
(I only wanted to get down
I'm making trouble in this town
[Chorus]
I know you love me
But what's love, when your friends become enemies
Your nightmares are no longer your worst dreams
And as bad
I'll start with your
Little sister bakin'
A baby inside, just a teenager
Where your patience?
Where was your antennas?
Where was the influence you speak
eaten me alive
And California
You will be missed
Then I was on to San Francisco to where my brother roamed
And after 15 years apart he made me feel
keep it real with you baby
'Cause the shit I used to do is what made me
And I'm hopin I ain't gotta go back to the trap
'Cause we really know that we
if he made it or learned to stall
Dreams, I leave my feet and avoid the fall
Brother counts to someday on the wall
Can't tell if he made it or learned
day we was lit fuck corona Mayday you get hit cross that corner
Do a hit by myself ima loner
Play around you get parked dats crotona
Together brothers
Dinner
We are again
Having dinner
Not a beginner
You're chilling with a motherfucking winner in the sheets
Clinton to Lin and singing, baby
That's just
I would fix all the problems
That we made in the dark
Baby tell me a story
I can help you tonight
You and me we are stronger
There's no reason
dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These
Yea, we real thugs
All our problems solved by guns
And all our lives depends on the drugs so yea
All my brothers R.I.P
Better be dead than not be free
and the chest of drawers are telling her to go outdoors
He should have been here by this time, he said that he'd be here by nine
That guy is such a prick
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
down (down) on the way to the station
Gaffled up from a false accusation
On to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the
Attitudes are flying,
.jpg/300px-Jonas_Brothers_4th_of_July_Show_Taping_in_Cleveland_(51277060141).jpg "Jonas Brothers")
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