Lyrics:
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
aye
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
1991, Big Duck had a nigga named Lil Jeff
Started from the bottom, now a nigga so high, you gotta
winning?
She's winning!
So these other bitches that only
Did rap and now
They're washed, and they're living
In, you know
Low income housing - is that
P-p-p-peace up, A-Town down
Yeah!
Okay (Usher, Usher, Usher)
Lil' Jon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (let's go!)
a murderer
Even if he's probably gonna be your murderer
Yeah well, maybe not, if you let him go
So let your murderer go, that's the thing
Let your murderer go,
all y'all want is a hug
Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up
Y'all knows about me,
me To no Jon doe
We ain't ducking twelve
No man or the five-o
I thought life was good
But i was living with my eyes Closed
Now we got the light
We
out
Now ain't that a bitch
If why'all ain't with us then forget us
Miss Ebon ? hip hop gorilla's
Damn just do the damn thing ruin in the game
never by sight.
The life that we living is never by might
Alright! Let's go
I'm Reigning I'm Reigning I'm winning
Enjoying the life that I'm living
I'm
good thing
(Oh)
(You gotta hold on a little bit now)
And don't let go, oh do you hear me tonight
It's so sad living alone, living alone
Hold
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
Heads up
Alright
Read a book now
Living on a planet ran by killers, and the crooks now
If you haven't noticed, here's my line you the snook now
Promise we're fine
I want all that for you plus more, we will get by
Life ain't easy, please believe me
Ma work too hard for us to live on Dream Street Fly
me
Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he
So if you run up, you get done up, I'mma end it
Throw the gun up out
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
Intro:
What’s up, What’s up, What’s up
Ladies and gentlemen, I go by the name of Jon Harris
What’s up, What’s up, What’s up
Jon Harris on the come up
Yeah, so many people and things that I couldn't live without man
So it's only right that I pay my due respects
Y'all the kinda folks that bring me
can't lie, man, I done seen amazin? places
Amazin? broads with amazin? faces
Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it
Baby, let's rinse off, we
now just let me speak my peace
Now look at me, living by myself, feeling by myself
Every day I feel so empty, need to go and find myself
Aye aye, I
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
Check it out, y'all, proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving heartbeat props)
to move on
It's either that or sit here and wallow
Get nothing done
And you've already tried that
Now let me ask how that's goin'
Want you to write all
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
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